Opening his eyes, he saw a white ceiling.
The incandescent light emitted a somewhat dazzling glow.
Ryo clutched his head, feeling as if needles were pricking his brain.
He remembered that he had hit the jackpot.
Except for those that couldn’t be avoided by phasing.
Now he could still be clutching his head in a strange room, clearly not a hospital.
He was really sent to another world by a truck.
The needle-like sensation in his mind lessened slightly.
Some fragmented memories that didn’t belong to him entered his mind.
“My name is Ryo.”
“Parents are deceased.”
“Physical Body Rank 1.5, Mental Energy Rank 1.1.”
“Third-year, Class Two, Z City First Martial Arts High School.”
“Main combat course is Swordsmanship.”
“Overall grades are average, but goals are high, aspiring to Haidao First Martial Arts University.”
These fragmented pieces of information left Ryo dumbfounded.
He had Transmigrated into a High Martial World?
Physical Body and Mental Energy quantified, high school studying various combat forms, and even a Martial Arts University.
Isn’t this a classic urban High Martial World setting?
And besides the scattered memories.
Ryo also found that in front of him, there was a transparent panel, with a loading progress bar on it.
This should be the legendary High Martial Golden Finger, right?
A third-year high school student, average grades, and then Awakening a Golden Finger—this was the standard urban High Martial protagonist storyline.
“Student, your Mental Energy is a bit unstable; it’s best to rest more.”
While Ryo was receiving those fragmented memories.
A female voice spoke from beside him.
A female doctor in a white coat, with an ordinary appearance but a rather curvaceous figure, spoke up to remind him.
Ryo looked at the female doctor, and a small segment of memory surged into his mind, as if stimulated.
This was the school’s infirmary.
The female teacher in front of him was the infirmary teacher.
The clean white bed, the female doctor in a white coat sitting on a chair nearby.
It made Ryo feel strange.
This infirmary felt a bit off; why did it have a somewhat Japanese style?
A normal High Martial school hospital shouldn’t look like this, right?
“I’m fine, Teacher.”
Suppressing the sense of incongruity within him, Ryo honestly replied.
At this moment, the needle-like sensation in his head was already quite faint.
The fragmented memories were mostly absorbed; next, he might need to encounter familiar things to slowly trigger and absorb the original body’s memories.
In any case, the original body’s parents were deceased, so these scattered memories were enough for him.
Rather than lying here, he preferred to go to the classroom and start his anticipated High Martial life.
Seeing Ryo get out of bed, walking and speaking without any abnormalities.
The infirmary teacher didn’t say much either.
She gave Ryo some calming medicine and then paid him no further attention.
“High Martial World, I’m really looking forward to it.”
Ryo casually put the medicine into his jacket pocket and walked towards the infirmary door with some excitement.
At this moment, he was thinking of soaring high and low.
He was thinking of cleaving giant birds, trampling giant beasts, and then traversing the Void Realm with his Physical Body.
“You women are so annoying when you scream. Get lost!”
Opening the infirmary door, a deep voice rang in Ryo’s ears.
Without seeing the person, just hearing the voice, one could feel the speaker’s tall and robust stature.
Only muscles compressing the vocal cords could produce such a profound voice.
However, inexplicably, Ryo felt this voice was somewhat familiar.
He walked out of the infirmary door and saw a tall man surrounded by three girls.
This man was extremely tall, at least 1.95 meters.
His black school uniform couldn’t hide his explosive muscles, which stretched the fabric, revealing clean and sharp lines.
His features were equally rugged, just like his muscles, and his black hat couldn’t conceal the sharpness of his face.
However, such a formidable man.
Was Ryo’s classmate, also a third-year high school student.
With a slight needle-like sensation in his mind, Ryo’s voice carried a hoarseness he hadn’t even noticed as he greeted him.
“Jotaro.”
That’s right, Jotaro Kujo, that was the formidable man’s name.
For some unknown reason, familiar friends would call him Jotaro.
“Ryo, you’re awake.”
Seeing Ryo’s appearance, Jotaro directly pushed past the girls in front of him and came to Ryo.
He was emotionally reserved and not very good at expressing himself.
After confirming Ryo was fine, he lightly patted Ryo’s shoulder with his right hand.
“So annoying.”
After doing all this, Jotaro impatiently shouted loudly at the three infatuated girls behind him.
And in return, those girls became even more infatuated.
Ryo was speechless.
Of course, he was even more speechless about the formidable Jotaro in front of him.
He subconsciously moved a little distance away from Jotaro.
His mind was completely in disarray.
Isn’t this a High Martial World?
What the hell is this Jotaro?
The name was exactly the same, his height, build, and even personality matched.
This was the Jotaro whose face screamed ‘invincible’.
But the memories clearly indicated that this was his high school classmate.
Even a very good high school classmate; they had been in the same class through three reassignments.
Does the JOJO worldview have High Martial schools?
Are you kidding me?
Ryo felt a strong sense of incongruity at this moment.
And at this time, Jotaro beside him had already coolly walked forward, presumably heading back to the classroom.
He didn’t ask Ryo too many questions.
Nor would he complain about waiting a long time at the infirmary door.
“Let’s go. If we don’t hurry, we’ll be late for the next practical combat class.”
Jotaro’s voice reminded Ryo, who was standing still.
“Practical combat class, huh.”
No matter what, memories couldn’t be wrong.
This world was, after all, a High Martial World, and it didn’t matter if there were a few anime characters.
First, get familiar with the High Martial courses, activate the Golden Finger.
Then, successfully make a grand appearance, and get into a good Martial Arts University—that would always be the right path.
Ryo comforted himself in his heart not to overthink; diligently improving himself was the most important thing.
Thinking this in his mind.
Ryo followed Jotaro’s footsteps.
As he walked through the teaching building, the previous body’s memories of this place gradually surfaced.
Ryo became more and more familiar with the school as he walked.
He parted ways with Jotaro at a stairwell.
Their main practical combat courses were different.
Ryo chose Swordsmanship class, while Jotaro chose unarmed combat.
Unlike Ryo, who was a laggard, according to the previous body’s memories, Jotaro’s grades were quite good.
Watching Jotaro’s broad and robust body disappear into the corridor, Ryo couldn’t help but sigh.
A third-year high school student growing into this could be described as an Innate Martial Saint Physical Body.
In the original work, Jotaro was a fighting master, easily defeating adults even as a child.
Coming into a High Martial World setting, he wondered what kind of formidable man he would grow into.
Thinking this, Ryo, without realizing it, had already arrived at the door of the Swordsmanship classroom.
The Swordsmanship classroom was very large; after all, there were practical combat exercises, and it would be impossible to perform them if it weren’t large enough.
“Oh, Ryo, I heard you fainted.”
As soon as Ryo stepped into the Swordsmanship classroom door, a very beautiful girl with delicate little fangs smiled and greeted Ryo.