Martial Arts System
chapter-428-30041322

Five.

Months.

Later.

A black-haired youth strolled in the streets. He was going over his pockets, trying to find his keys.

Soon, a pair of keys appeared in his pocket.

The nearby young women had hearts in their eyes as the handsome young man passed by them.

*Clank*

A flashing of lights came from the direction of nearby citizens trying to take pictures of the legendary individual right in front of their eyes.

Ichiro brushed the strands of hair to the side and casually walked forward. The same scene was every morning, and he had grown numb to it.

However, while walking, an uncommon notification popped up.

[Happy Birthday, Kurogami Ichiro!]

[Age: 16 -> 17!]

[One year till the age of growth!]

''Oh… Right.'' Ichiro stopped in front of the two-floor building with a slight smile.

A smile that made nearby women's hearts beat rapidly, almost exploding out of their chests.

The two-floor building was much better than only five months ago. The worn parts were replaced, and the building looked brand new.

On top of the front door, a sign was hanging.

[True Iron Style]

After the sign was hung, the younger generation of Irio was excited. They thought that maybe Ichiro would start teaching his style. However, he hasn't even after the building had been ready for usage.

Even a few elderly folks wanted to try it out, but Ichiro kindly mentioned to them that it was very physical and not relaxing.

Their frail bodies couldn't handle it, and they would break like a twig.

Even though they were disappointed, they didn't bother Ichiro after he gave the kind reminder to them.

It was a reminder for their safety and health, which will severely decline if they try to push their bodies to absolute limits.

Ichiro inserted the key into the keyhole and twisted it. The door opened, and he entered the building with the door closing behind him.

The first room was already a suitable training room, with weights, a treadmill, a mini exercise bike, and dumbbells.

From the ceiling, three punching bags and kicking bags were hanging with all the pillars had their own padded covers, which already had signs of wearing off.

During the five months, his stats had gone up drastically, and he was rather proud of doing so without any help from System.

[Name: Kurogami Ichiro]

[System Level: Expert]

[Martial Rank: Half-Step Martial General]

[Trait: Calm Nature]

[Title: King Slayer]

[Age: 17]

[Level: 10]

[SP: 0]

[Coins: 0]

[XP: 0/17500]

[HP: 640/640]

[Strength: 600]

[Agility: 600]

[Stamina: 600]

[Vitality: 580]

[Charm: 600]

[Dexterity: 550]

[Lottery Spins: 0]

[Quests]

[Shop]

[Lottery]

[Inventory]

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Ichiro went to the desk and took stacks of papers. He shuffled them in his hands, looking at the bills and everything he had to pay.

After glancing at them, he put them back on the desk.

However, at that moment, a shadowy figure appeared behind him!

Ichiro didn't react and felt two soft mounds on his back, with two frail-looking legs wrapping around his waist.

He saw a few strands of black hair in his vision, and soon a beautiful face became visible.

''Happy birthday!'' Azura wished him a happy birthday and did a long and deep kiss on his neck.

''Thanks.'' Ichiro moved his body around and put Azura top on the desk. He locked her soft lips with his own and started moving his hand on her thigh.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer with her groin grinding his chest up and down.

However, before they could get more intimate, they both heard the sound of a door creaking open.

*Creak*

They separated from each other with equally pink cheeks.

From the front door, Lucas appeared with four of his friends, whom Ichiro had gotten to know.

The four of his friends bowed respectfully toward Ichiro.

Lucas acted casually and hugged Ichiro, ''Happy birthday.''

''Thanks.'' Ichiro patted his back, and they separated soon after.

''When is the birthday party?'' Lucas asked.

''Meh, don't want one.'' Ichiro rejected the idea.

''Heh, no, you won't!'' Azura jumped up to her two feet, ''Birthday party is a must… You don't want my birthday present?'' She pursed her lips and did puppy eyes.

Her eyelashes moved up and down in innocent matter. However, not-so-innocent thoughts were behind her words.

Ichiro bit his lip and nodded with resignation, ''Fine…''

''Yay!'' Azura hugged him and hopped toward the front door, ''Lucas, I might need your help!''

''Roger!'' Lucas saluted at her and followed behind her with four of his friends.

Ichiro watched them leave. After the door closed, he was once again alone.

He grabbed a floor scrubbing brush and started cleaning the room, even though it was as clean as possible.

During five months, another unexpected thing happened. Ichiro grew fond to cleaning. Seeing the work of his cleaning was a nice feeling.

It was another way of relaxation for him.

*Creak*

When he was about to go on his groove, again, the door opened. Ichiro glanced at his wristwatch and knew that no one was supposed to come at this time.

''We are closed!'' He said to whoever entered the building without permission.

''Oh, even for an old friend?'' His eyes widened in surprise after recognizing the voice. The voice was still somewhat different, more confident and masculine.

He turned around and saw a pale-looking youth with gray eyes and short black hair. His previous lean body was far gone, showing signs of explosive muscles and absolute confidence in his every move.

''S-Slych?'' Ichiro frowned at first and was sure that it was indeed Slych!

Slych widened his eyes and showed his body, ''Yeah… I have changed.''

Without further ado, Ichiro gave him a proper hug with a pat on the back.

''What are you doing here?'' He asked after separating from the hug.

''Battle of Cities is over. Irio happened to be in route to Armya'' Slych said and chuckled, ''I heard interesting news about someone with name of Kurogami Ichiro hanging out in Irio past few months and I decided to visit an old friend.''

''Yeah, stuff happened.'' Ichiro offered him a seat and sat down in another chair.

''Something serious?'' Slych sat down and asked.

''Yeah… Kind of.''

Slych nodded, ''Will you join the next Battle of Countries?''

''Of course.'' Ichiro grinned, ''You are going to Military Academy, right?''

''That's right.'' Slych straightened his back, ''There is a small chance I get to fight you there, that's why… Let's spar!'