Martial Arts System

Chapter 289: Iron Style’s Change.

Benjamin was taken away by his two friends, who could barely stand straight under Giron's intense gaze.

After they left for the hospital, Giron turned around to see Ichiro's grey eyes gazing at him.

''There is around…'' Giron turned his head to see a calendar on the wall and said, ''10 months before new Battle of Cities, it should be enough to get stronger, but it won't be easy, might be impossible even to reach an acceptable level.''

Ichiro nodded and then said, ''I will train by myself, and I might already have an idea, which lets me become stronger, even if my rank doesn't increase.''

Giron crossed his arms and looked at Michael, Sariel, and Rafael, who looked excited to be Main Fighters, but they were aware that their strength was still too far from Main Fighters of other countries.

Ichiro patted his hands and stood up; without talking or making any sounds, he went to the changing room and soon came back with his training outfit changed to his casual outfit.

''Train well.'' He said towards Michael, Sariel, and Rafael, who did simple nods and felt even more motivation to improve their strength after seeing Ichiro's show of power.

Only a few months ago, they were in the same position, but it took only a few months for Ichiro to surpass them and much more.

Giron nodded towards Ichiro and watched as his figure left the building as quickly as he came.

He turned around and clapped his hands, which made everyone flinch, ''Why are you guys not training?! Hundred push-ups, each!''

…

Half an hour later.

Ichiro entered the Nightside Mansion after sneakily putting the motorcycle back to his Inventory.

The servants had finished their cleaning duties and started making food, which made the first floor have a scent of delicious food.

Ichiro took off his snow boots and put them on shoe racks. He rubbed his painful feet after overusing Iron Burst, which is one of the moves which puts the most stress on his feet, and he overused it a lot in a fight against Giron.

He sat down on the floor and took off his socks to see his red feet, which also had bruises forming around his toes.

''Haaahh…'' He took a deep breath and wryly smiled, ''I have to deal with this few more years… Such a pain.'' He stood up and put his socks on his pockets, and started making his way over to the upstairs, but before that, he was interrupted.

''Ichiro, you are back.'' Alena peeked from the kitchen, which had the door wide open, and that caused the delicious smell of food to be carried straight towards Ichiro.

Ichiro smelled the scent and nodded with satisfaction.

''Can you wake up Azura? Food is soon ready.'' Alena asked gently.

''Ah, sure.'' Ichiro took one step at the stairway, but then he heard another sound coming from the living room.

''Ichiro.'' It was a masculine voice, filled with power and seriousness.

Ichiro gulped and peeked towards the living room, where Abyss and surprisingly Aether were sitting.

Aether's face was pale as a sheet with a trembling body.

''Y-Yes?'' Ichiro accidentally stuttered.

''I will take you and Aether for a trip tomorrow, be prepared!'' Abyss crossed his arms and hid his sneaky grin.

''I-I-I am busy.'' Ichiro quickly rushed upstairs, just in time to see a bolt of lightning appearing in front of him and a figure of a muscular man appearing out of nowhere.

Abyss patted his shoulder, which almost broke Ichiro's shoulderblades, ''Relax, it won't take long.'' He smiled mysteriously and again disappeared into a bolt of lightning.

Ichiro, with shaky steps, reached his room and entered it swiftly, in time to see Azura rubbing her eyes, about to wake up.

''F-Food is ready.'' He reached the bed and lied down next to her.

Azura smiled and put her head on his muscular chest, ''How was the school?''

''Fine…'' Ichiro rubbed his cheek and debated whether he should ask for Azura to change Abyss' mind.

But then he remembered that he had to get stronger, and going with Abyss might not be a bad idea, instead good.

Even though his training could be called as torture, it must be effective.

Azura raised her head and kissed his lips; without further ado, she stood up and started wearing her dress, which she used yesterday.

She spun around a few times to show Ichiro her curves, and after she was done, she left the room with a giggle as she rushed straight towards her room to wear a casual outfit.

Ichiro bit his lip and stood up from the bed. He sighed and went towards the desk, which had three cabinets.

He opened all of them and started going through all the stuff until finally, he found a notebook.

He sat down on the chair and put the notebook neatly on the desk, and opened the first page.

''Right…'' He scratched his head and again looked at the items in the cabinets until he found a pencil.

Ichiro leaned on the chair and tapped his forehead with the pencil, trying to get his brains to work.

During his fight with Giron, he understood a lot of things about his style and his techniques.

One thing that came to his mind, there are simply way too many techniques!

He can never make a split-second decision and figure out the best technique because he simply has too many.

He has made over hundred techniques, and that simply took too much space in his mind, and thinking about the best possible move might slow him down if he has to go through all his techniques to decide the best attack.

He had to think about this deeply, but he had thought about this before as well.

In his previous life.

But, those thoughts have become much more frequent in his new life.

It was to… Change his Iron Style.

To develop it to a new extent.

At first, he didn't want to do it because he had to bleed and sweat to create those techniques, but if he had to reach a new level.

He has to get rid of most of the techniques and only leave the ones he truly needs.

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