The moment he saw the girl, Ryo subconsciously took a step back.
This was reverence for beauty.
It was like a tomb raider entering the tomb of Tutankhamun.
Facing that exquisite, ultimate golden mask that seemed to Seal time itself,
He would also silently marvel, not daring to reach out and take it.
Afraid of disturbing this sleeping beauty, afraid it would age the moment it awoke.
The girl chuckled, looking at Ryo.
Ryo seemed to see his slightly constrained self reflected in the girl’s pupils.
Accompanied by a slight sting in his mind, a memory was stimulated.
Ryo subconsciously took another step back.
This step was no longer reverence for beauty, but reverence for strength.
Because the girl in front of him was named Xia Mi.
She was their class monitor, and like him, she was an orphan.
A flawless face, natural charisma, coupled with an orphaned background,
And the name Xia Mi.
This was a giant Dragon!
Although she currently looked like a harmless Little Dragon Girl.
In the Dragon Clan Worldview, Dragons and humans were adversaries.
What about the higher-ups of the High Martial World?
How did they let this Little Dragon Girl infiltrate the human world?
Ryo complained inwardly.
Jotaro was one thing; at least he was a human, and a good one.
Xia Mi’s human form was fine, but if she were in her Jörmungandr form,
She could crush Ryo in minutes.
“What’s wrong, Ryo? Or do you have no resistance to the beauty of a beautiful girl like me?”
Xia Mi leaned in, speaking nonsense to the somewhat flustered Ryo.
She was naturally outgoing, and combined with her good looks and high charisma, she was quite familiar with everyone in the class.
Being approached by a flawless beauty was often a pleasant experience.
But now, Ryo felt his heart accelerating.
His whole being rejected it, as if a bomb that could explode at any moment was approaching.
“Nothing, Class Monitor.”
Ryo said somewhat awkwardly, “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just going to practice Kendo first.”
Ryo fled in a panic, looking like an impulsive high school senior boy flustered by a pretty girl he liked.
Xia Mi watched Ryo’s retreating figure, narrowing her eyes.
She always felt that Ryo’s behavior seemed a bit off, but she didn’t dwell on it.
Her current identity was Xia Mi, a cute human girl whose parents had passed away, nothing more.
What she needed to do now was integrate into this miraculous world, absorb its knowledge, and use its unique characteristics to become stronger.
Stronger than the White King, stronger than Odin.
Even stronger than the Black King.
Hiding her identity and integrating into this world was the priority; improving her strength was the second priority.
Everything else was unimportant.
Of course, most importantly, Xia Mi didn’t sense anything special from Ryo.
He was just an ordinary high school boy.
There were plenty of such people in this world; she didn’t need to invest too much energy.
“Hoo.”
Ryo, who had already reached the corner of the classroom, finally relaxed and let out a long breath.
Moving away from Xia Mi was the best he could do.
As for trying to out-act her, Ryo wouldn’t even consider it.
While Xia Mi’s human persona occasionally conflicted with Jörmungandr’s main persona,
No matter how much they conflicted, her foundation was there.
Her experience and wisdom were far beyond what an ordinary high school student like him could match.
Keeping his distance might arouse suspicion, but maintaining a tense emotional state and forcing a conversation would make it easier for her to notice something unusual.
“This world is really something else.”
Ryo complained weakly.
After experiencing Jotaro and Xia Mi, he could now completely confirm it.
This High Martial World was truly abnormal.
Characters from his previous life’s anime or novels had intruded.
His predecessor’s memories were still too fragmented.
During this time, he needed to quickly familiarize himself with this somewhat crazy High Martial World and see what was really going on.
The shock brought by Xia Mi had slightly subsided.
Currently, the only good news for Ryo was that his Golden Finger was almost fully loaded.
The standard Golden Finger for a High Martial protagonist: the martial arts panel.
From zero percent in the infirmary, it had now reached ninety-five percent.
Ryo suppressed his inner excitement, staring at the progress bar in front of him.
As if doing so could make the progress bar load faster.
“Class begins.”
A muscular, mild-mannered middle-aged man walked into the classroom carrying a wooden sword.
Kendo class was a combat class; there was no podium or desks.
The Kendo Teacher stood at the front, explaining some key points of swordsmanship.
The students gathered to listen to his explanation.
Ryo stood in the back row, his attention more focused on the martial arts panel.
“Before we begin practice, I must emphasize again.”
“In Breathing Technique swordsmanship, Breathing comes before swordsmanship.”
“Although this is our Kendo class, if you learn the Breathing Technique well, you won’t be at a disadvantage no matter what skill class you switch to later.”
“There is no distinction of strength between Breathing Techniques. Whether it’s Wind Breathing, Flame Breathing, or Water Breathing, only the one most suitable for you is the best.”
“So, you must carefully experience the rhythm of the Breathing Technique. If you can create your own unique Breathing, that would be ideal.”
“?”
Listening to the teacher’s explanation at the podium, Ryo looked up.
The content of these words sounded somewhat familiar.
Memories stimulated in his mind surged forth, and at the same time, the martial arts panel in front of Ryo had also completely finished loading.
[Host: Ryo]
[Profession: Breathing Technique Swordsman.]
[Breathing Style: Water Breathing LV1 (9/10)]
[Water Breathing Swordsmanship: LV1 (6/10)]
[Combat Rank: Weak Crushing Stone]
[Combat Evaluation: Only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, far inferior to Tanjiro fighting the Hand Demon on Mount Fujikasane.]
“Indeed.”
Looking at the martial arts panel in front of him, Ryo twitched the corner of his mouth.
The memories stimulated by the Kendo Teacher’s words had also been absorbed.
He knew very well that the Kendo he was currently practicing was precisely the Breathing Technique swordsmanship from the Demon Slayer World.
At the same time, he also understood why this world had the intrusion of Jotaro, Xia Mi, and demon slayer swordsmanship.
This world was not a simple urban High Martial World.
He didn’t know when it started, but some spatial passages would randomly appear in this world, connecting to other worlds.
Most of these worlds were the anime worlds Ryo had seen in his previous life.
Through communication, annexation, or confrontation with various worlds,
The special techniques, cultivation systems, and knowledge systems of various worlds eventually converged, forming the current unique High Martial World.
An urban High Martial system built by converging anime techniques, and combat power.
As for those connected anime worlds,
Based on some information in his memory,
Ryo could roughly infer how their main world dealt with those connected anime worlds.