30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Thud!

"...Who needs to be a knight when you can make a living like this?"

Using just his palm, Ihan found that nailing was exceptionally effective.

While he could always drive nails with his fist, doing so without using any skills usually resulted in sore skin or injuries.

But now, he hammered nails purely with his hand without any discomfort, and a chair was neatly assembled.

Clack.

"This was hastily made, so why did it turn out so sturdy?"

The wooden chair, crafted without any tools and merely shaped by the edge of his hand, was rough but solid.

Why would one need hammers and saws in woodworking? His fists served as hammers, and his hand edges as saw blades—it seemed he had just proven this point confidently.

"It seems I’m finally understanding what it means to control intent."

"...Do aura users always have to appear so silently, is that what satisfies you?"

"Heh, it’s natural to enjoy a bit of mischievous fun as you get older."

Felicia, who had suddenly appeared behind him, chuckled mischievously and sat on the chair he had made.

"This is quite good."

Pleased with the chair, she nodded several times before fixing her gaze on Ihan's upper body.

"So, tell me, do you understand what it means to handle intent now?"

"Honestly, I still haven't quite grasped it."

"You're sincere."

"But still…"

Creak!

"—Why you insisted on training with the mind and not the body, I think I’m starting to understand."

Ihan's hand edge split a thick log in two.

Just like an axe.