“How can I get stronger as fast as possible?” When Tenma Nozomi first heard this question, she froze for a moment.
She did not understand why a fresh-faced pretty boy like Jingu Yoru, who could clearly live off his face, suddenly wanted to learn how to fight.
But she quickly realized it.
He had been hit hard.
After all, a man over 180 centimeters tall had been knocked down by a young girl in just two punches.
That was indeed humiliating.
She had heard about this that same night.
According to Hana, Hina had originally wanted to fight her, but since she was not there at the time, Hina had turned her target onto Yoru instead.
He had completely taken the blame in her place.
So Nozomi patiently introduced, “If you want the fastest way to get stronger, then it should be boxing.” “As the most influential combat sport in the world, boxing has the highest level of development and the most complete training system.
Not only does it conform to human mechanics, but it is also extremely transparent.” “Although its attack methods are simple, it can teach you how to move, dodge, maintain distance, punch, and perform fast combinations in the shortest time.” “One year of boxing training can give you actual combat ability comparable to three to five years of traditional martial arts styles.” “Not Rokushin Kaikan?” Jingu Yoru had thought Tenma Nozomi would mention Rokushin Kaikan, since she had seemed to acknowledge that dojo very highly before.
And he could have asked her to connect him, then see if he could join.
“Rokushin Kaikan is both a karate dojo and a secret art style.” Tenma Nozomi explained, “If you want to learn the real thing, you have to sweep floors for three years first, then train the basics for three years, then have your character tested for another three years before you even have a chance.
If you don’t mind, then it’s not impossible.” “Then I’ll learn boxing.” Hearing that, Jingu Yoru quickly shook his head.
If it really took three years, then another three years, Hina would already be a young married woman by the time he finished.
What would be the point of learning then?
“However, I don’t have many connections in boxing.
But if it’s mixed martial arts, I can introduce you to a senior.” “That works.
If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just find a boxing gym afterward.” “Anyway, I wander around the streets all day.
It won’t get in the way.” Now that both plugins had been activated, Jingu Yoru had plenty of time.
“Then go.
Just say I introduced you.” Tenma Nozomi nodded and casually wrote the dojo’s address on a sticky note.
Thus…
Half an hour later, Jingu Yoru appeared at the entrance of Kureishi Dojo.
Right next to Kureishi Dojo was an orthopedic hospital with the same name, called Kureishi Orthopedics.
According to Tenma Nozomi, this senior was best at joint techniques.
Since childhood, he had possessed an abnormal obsession with bones, believing that all living things in the world could be viewed as collections of “bones.” His level in joint techniques had even approached the realm where a single touch could break something.
In Jingu Yoru’s view, opening a hospital right next to a dojo was basically treating the students as customers.
Break them, treat them, then break them again.
It was a complete one-stop service.
He only hoped this senior Kureishi was not too strong.
After all, how could burying his head in hard training compare to using cheats?
He had not come purely to learn.
He was also here part-time to farm monsters and drop plugins.
He pushed open the door, and a muscular middle-aged man with a ponytail and a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose appeared in front of him.
Jingu Yoru immediately knew that his plan had failed.
Kureishi Mitsuyo: Age: 34 Height: 175 cm Weight: 69 kg Alias: The Freak!
Style: Mixed Martial Arts.
Skills: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (Master), Joint Techniques (Master).
Ultimate Technique: Understanding of Bones!
His deep understanding of the human body allows him to use the most basic judo method, massage, to produce completely opposite force.
Through this, he stimulates the opponent’s muscles, forcing them to harden and twist, thereby compressing the nerves and destroying the bones.
“Welcome, welcome…” Seeing a customer enter, Kureishi Mitsuyo greeted him warmly.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” But after only one face-to-face meeting, Jingu Yoru awkwardly backed out.
What the hell!
Tenma Nozomi had casually introduced him to one senior, and that person was actually a double-master-level monster?
With this level of technique, his combat power might even exceed Hongou Hina’s.
Couldn’t provoke him.
Couldn’t farm him.
Time to run!
If he were purely choosing a teacher, Kureishi Mitsuyo would undoubtedly be the best option available to him right now.
But as a monster carrying a plugin, he was far too strong.
At least, he was too strong for the current Jingu Yoru.
“Are young people these days really this unmotivated?” Seeing Jingu Yoru enter and immediately flee, Kureishi Mitsuyo shook his head helplessly.
“Good thing…
good thing Cosmo isn’t that kind of salted fish.” …
“Boxing is actually very simple!” “Basic training can be generally divided into three major modules: strength enhancement, footwork adjustment, and punching accuracy.” “Judging by your physique, you should already have some physical training, so I’ll teach you stance and straight punches first.” Inside Glory Boxing Gym, Jingu Yoru had changed into sportswear and was carefully following the coach as he practiced the basic movements of boxing.
After summarizing the rules behind plugin appearances, Jingu Yoru also felt that blindly wandering around the streets was too inefficient.
So after leaving Kureishi Dojo, he began entering every gym he saw.
Whether it was karate, taekwondo, judo, or local martial arts gyms, he slipped in to take a look.
In the end, it was near Kouou Girls’ Academy that he found this Glory Boxing Gym.
The gym owner was called Uehara Nana, a beautiful older woman with long brown hair.
According to her, Glory Boxing Gym had once produced a world-class boxing champion.
But Jingu Yoru was not interested in the story behind the gym.
After all, these days, even a tea stall could somehow be linked to a famous person.
So right now, he was only interested in coaches who possessed Mastery-level technique plugins.
The coach’s name was Kubotori, the eldest disciple of the previous gym owner.
He had apparently once been a featherweight professional boxer.
Kubotori: Chief Coach of Glory Boxing Gym.
Age: 37 Height: 175 cm Weight: 57 kg Style: Modern Combat.
Skill: Boxing (Mastery).
The panel was very simple, and the strength level was just right.
Jingu Yoru planned to train the basics for two days first, learn how to exert force correctly, and then find a chance to spar with the coach.
Then…
Then, just like when he defeated Coach ‘Saitama’, he would take advantage of the other party being unprepared and “accidentally” make his plugin drop.
Extraordinary Tendons loaded with Heart of Muscle, plus a calculated attack against an unprepared target—he should be able to instantly defeat a retired professional, right?
As long as he obtained his first combat plugin, things would speed up afterward.
“The straight punch is the foundation of all other punches.
It travels in a straight line, has a short distance, high speed, and heavy force.
It is also easy to coordinate with body strength.” “Mastering the straight punch is equivalent to mastering eighty percent of boxing technique.” “So don’t assume it’s truly simple just because it looks simple.
There’s a lot of depth inside.” “Hit the sandbag first and practice the correct posture.
Once you’re familiar with the basic stance, I’ll spar with you and teach you how to coordinate waist rotation and footwork while punching.” After Kubotori corrected Jingu Yoru’s posture, he stood to the side and began observing.
“Okay!” Jingu Yoru punched seriously, making the sandbag thud loudly.
As he practiced, he naturally began integrating ‘Saitama’-sensei’s more than ten years of fitness experience—muscle memory for standard movements—into his boxing.
His proficiency immediately advanced at an inhuman speed.
Bang, bang!
Once his body adapted, Extraordinary Tendons also began to exert force.
His fist speed dragged out afterimages, and the sandbag swayed as if it might collapse at any moment.
“A good prospect.
Shame he’s a gym rat!” Seeing this, Kubotori’s face showed excitement, but even more than that, regret.
As an experienced boxing coach, he could tell at a glance that Jingu Yoru was absolutely the type of fanatic who spent every day squatting in the gym and lifting iron.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to train such an almost perfect-looking set of muscles.
He had probably come to learn boxing only for fun.