“As expected, I still have to listen to the boss lady.
I need professional guidance.” Yoru had originally wanted to grind through the ten-thousand-count training volume in one go and quickly experience the power of “Extraordinary Tendons.” But on the third day, even his arms began to ache, so he decided to visit Silverman Gym and learn from the professionals first.
After all, there were techniques to training too.
Shutting himself in and figuring it out alone was too inefficient.
On top of that, once his movements became distorted, the panel actually refused to recognize them.
He immediately went out, found the nearest Silverman Gym, and used the “side income” that had barely warmed his pocket to purchase a short-term membership.
Then he received his own coach, Kida Taichi.
A bald muscular man whose appearance closely resembled Saitama-sensei.
The only difference was that he did not have a yellow battle suit.
He only had a tiny pair of briefs covering the important area, while the muscles all over his body bulged explosively.
Kida Taichi: Muscle Fanatic.
Physical Trait: Heart of Muscle.
(Red, White-rank intensity) Heart of Muscle is the heart of sincerity.
While training the muscles of the body, one must also firmly grasp the muscles of the soul.
By believing that sweat can be exchanged for an equal amount of muscle pressure, the body’s constitution grows in direct proportion to that muscle pressure.
Holy shit, a red one appeared?
What kind of divine being was this?
Could this really be Saitama-sensei randomly barging into the wrong world?
Yoru stared fixedly at the bald head, his eyes filled with shock.
Before this, he had not even been able to find a proper green trait.
Yet after merely signing up for a gym membership, a red one had appeared.
Although its intensity was only white-rank, this was still way too absurd.
And what the hell was muscle pressure?
He had never heard of that before.
Could this be the true face of this world?
“Newcomer, I can see hunger for muscle in your eyes.” Kida Taichi was very satisfied with Yoru’s shock.
“Crab Pose!” As he spoke, he suddenly roared and clamped both arms forward, causing his already explosive muscles to swell even further.
“Look!
Are my muscles full?
Are the lines not beautiful?
This is the beauty of muscle!” “Come, train with me!” “As long as you put your heart into it, you too can become as strong and beautiful as I am!” Beautiful?
Had his sense of beauty been twisted together with his muscles?
But it did not matter.
The flesh was weak, so load the plugin and ascend!
As long as it could increase his strength and help him collect plugins, losing something as trivial as aesthetics was no big deal.
“Coach, I want to learn!” “Very good!
That’s the spirit I want!” “Come.
I’ll teach you the basic posture first.” “Um, could you prioritize teaching me squats, frog jumps, and dumbbell lifting?” “Of course.
But in the beginning, no matter what movement you do, you must stay within your limits.” Kida Taichi was more than happy to spread the Way of Muscle to a newcomer.
…
Half a month later.
“So this is the effect of a superhuman trait?” Jingu Yoru stood in his dorm room and threw punches at the air, his fist speed so fast it pulled out afterimages.
Under the guidance of ‘Saitama-sensei’ of this world, he had finally completed all the “training volume” movements in a labor-saving and efficient manner over the course of half a month.
After activation, the results were shocking.
Even when he punched naturally, his Extraordinary Tendons worked like super springs, launching his fists like cannonballs.
Their speed and force even surpassed professional boxers.
To verify his strength, he had dragged his coach into a test match.
As a result…
He accidentally blasted the coach away.
Then the coach asked for leave.
According to him, his Way of Muscle was not condensed enough, so he needed to visit other branch gyms for further training.
Thus, Yoru began training independently again.
Because after Extraordinary Tendons was activated, Heart of Muscle came next.
Hm.
This was something he had “accidentally” dropped from ‘Saitama-sensei’.
Character: Jingu Yoru Gender: Male.
Age: 22.
Height: 187 cm.
Weight: 88 kg.
Language Template: System-provided.
Owned Traits: 1 Physical Type: Extraordinary Tendons.
Skills: None.
Owned Plugins: 1.
(Heart of Muscle) Achievements: 2/10.
Activation Requirements for Heart of Muscle: 10,000 squats, 10,000 push-ups, 10,000 pull-ups, and 10,000 bench presses.
Just like last time, the requirements were still all ten-thousand-count training.
Simple!
Anyone who had ever trained knew that mere soreness was something you got used to once you got used to it.
There were even people who liked that soreness, because it meant their muscle fibers were tearing and healing, becoming stronger through the process.
…
“Yoru, Valkyria opens today.
After you finish your deliveries, stop by Kouou Girls’ Academy and pick up Hina-chan.” That day, after Yoru completed his daily training volume, he was about to deliver a few orders and patrol the streets as usual when he suddenly received a call from the boss lady, Mitani Hana.
“No problem.” Since he ate her food and took her money, Jingu Yoru had no room to refuse.
He agreed without a word, only sighing, “You’re all ridiculously efficient.” Actually founding an organization was different from throwing together a temporary plan.
Whether it was choosing a venue, renovating facilities, finding fighters, or training staff, all of it took time.
Yoru had originally thought it would take at least a month or so to finish.
By then, he would have activated Heart of Muscle and still caught the tail end, just in time to show up and make himself familiar.
That way, he could prove he was not someone who only ate without working.
But how long had it been?
They had not given him any chance to perform at all!
“No choice.” Mitani Hana complained, “Hina-chan kept calling every single day to rush us.
I barely even had time to build the ring.” She could not help it.
After her interest had been stirred, Hina-chan had kept urging them like a child demanding a new toy.
Not only had she transferred the money immediately, but every day after school, she would call to ask: Was it ready yet?
Was it ready yet?
She was already starving for it.
If they dragged it out any longer, she would lose patience and stop playing with the big sisters.
So they simply made do with the same bar from before, expanded and renovated it a little, then prepared to open.
“What’s the address?” Yoru rode slowly, his eyes quickly sweeping over the pedestrians on the roadside.
“Still the same bar from last time.
Once you pick her up, come straight over.” After saying that, Hana hung up the phone, seemingly still busy.
“It’s finally starting!” Yoru changed direction and rode toward Kouou Girls’ Academy.
From the beginning, he had already marked the underground fighting organization founded by the boss lady as his gacha pool refresh point.
So now that the underground ring was opening, it meant he could finally start farming monsters for plugin drops.
Although locking onto a women’s fighting group as his first target was shameful!
But wasn’t he still in the early game?
No shame in that!
“Hm, there’s a Silverman Gym here too?” On the way, near Kouou Girls’ Academy, he also saw a Silverman Gym.
A giant bronze muscle statue stood on the roof of the building, and the scale was much larger than the branch where he had bought his membership.
“Next time I come pick someone up, I can train here nearby.” “Silverman has too many chain branches, though.
I wonder which gym Coach ‘Saitama’ went to for further training.” Yoru’s eyes swept over the giant bronze muscle statue, and his scooter followed the traffic toward Kouou Avenue.
…
Ding-a-ling…
The clear school bell rang like wind chimes, and a large crowd of high school girls in cute uniforms poured out through the gates.
“Hina-chan, over here!” Relying on his height advantage, Yoru spotted the pink-haired girl standing in the crowd at a glance.
“President, why don’t we talk tomorrow?
Someone came to pick me up.” The girl had a bright smile on her face as she looked at the black-haired beauty standing across from her.
“Fine.” The black-haired beauty had a stunning face, long hair reaching her hips, fair skin, and slender legs.
Even standing beside the explosively cute Hongou Hina, she did not lose out in the slightest.
“Sorry about that.” Hongou Hina gave a slight bow, then immediately skipped and bounced toward Jingu Yoru on the opposite side of the road.
“Yoru-chan, you finally came to pick me up.” Ever since Tenma Nozomi had stirred up her hunger for battle, she had waited bitterly for more than ten days.
By now, she was already starving for it.
So after receiving Mitani Hana’s call, she had rushed out of the classroom the moment school ended.
She had even rejected the student council president’s invitation.
“Your classmate?” Yoru glanced at the black-haired beauty.
After seeing no plugin glow, he immediately withdrew his gaze.
As for the girl’s way of addressing people?
He had long since gotten used to it.
Because the girl liked adding “chan” at the end of people’s names.
Even the delinquent policewoman, who was older than her by quite a bit, was called Ichi-chan.
“Mm, a very nice senpai.” Hongou Hina familiarly hopped onto the back seat, propping both hands on the scooter’s rear metal frame.
Her calves dangled in the air, and her little head swayed around restlessly.
“Sit properly.
There’s a speed bump ahead.” As Yoru started the scooter, he handed the girl a helmet.
The entire helmet was pink, matching Hongou Hina very well.
He had casually bought it on the way.
“Tch, how fast can this tiny scooter of yours even go?” Despite her complaints, Hina obediently put on the helmet.
Instantly, she looked even cuter and more adorable.
“Wow, so handsome!” “Too bad he doesn’t have the beauty of muscle.” Watching Yoru ride his scooter like the wind through the crowd of students after school, the black-haired beauty was first dazzled by his overwhelming looks.
But after seeing his relatively “thin” body, she immediately lost interest.
“Handsome?” “Where?
Where?” “Akemi, where’s the handsome guy?” A wheat-skinned girl who arrived late immediately had her eyes light up when she heard there was a handsome guy, and she rushed over.
Her original reason for exercising had been to lose weight and find a boyfriend.
But until now, not only had she failed to lose the weight, she had not even seen a shadow of a boyfriend.
Most importantly, her taste was different from Soryuin Akemi’s extreme muscle obsession.
Compared to giant muscular men, she preferred refreshing, handsome young guys, so she did not care at all whether the muscles were big or not.
“You’re late.” Akemi pointed at the little scooter leaving with the crowd.
“He already left.” “Damn it!” “Next time, I have to come out earlier.” Having missed the chance to see a super handsome guy who had no beauty of muscle yet still earned Akemi’s praise, the wheat-skinned girl felt like she had lost out on a fortune.
“Who told you to go buy bread from the school store even after class ended?” Uehara Ayaka, her close friend following behind her, complained speechlessly.
“The food street is right past the school avenue.” “That’s why I only bought three.” The wheat-skinned girl bit off half a loaf of bread in one mouthful, using her actions to show that this little amount of bread was only enough to get her to the food street.
“Oh, right, Akemi.” Uehara Ayaka was clearly already used to the tanned-skinned girl’s behavior, so she turned to look at Akemi.
“Who was that girl standing with you earlier?
Her hair was all pink and fluffy.
She looked super cute.” “A second-year underclassman.
Her grades, looks, and personality are all very good.
I was inviting her to join the student council just now.” Akemi replied, “But she doesn’t seem very interested.” “Then don’t force her.
Let’s just go to the gym and train.” Looking at the wheat-skinned girl who had already devoured two large loaves of bread in the blink of an eye, Uehara Ayaka said, “Otherwise, I’m afraid Hibiki is going to get fat again.” “What?” “I’m fat again?” “No way, right?” Hearing that, the wheat-skinned girl’s face instantly twisted into an absurd expression.