5 More Experience, a Conversation and Going Under Again

[You have written down an extraordinary experience only a few dozen have experienced. 2,500 Experience Points gained.]

[You have written down an unusual experience for a student. 500 Experience Points Gained.]

[You have written down an experience of being confessed to. An unusual one, at that. 500 Experience Points gained.]

'Finally...I'm finished,' I put the pen down and leaned back into my desk chair, 'But seriously, that's only an unusual experience? Being asked to kill me teacher for a reward of 10 billion yen? This book has some high standards, huh...' massaging my temples a little, I went through what I'd written down in the book.

I'd put down how I'd met an supposed human who supposedly destroyed the moon and a human who could move at mach 20. That gave me an extraordinary experience but it was different than the one I received when I put down that I'd been transmigrated.

'Maybe because other people had experienced it with me the efficacy of the experience went down? No, it wouldn't be that...more like the more people to experience something, the less rare the experience and the less points I receive,' clicking my tongue when I thought this, I began to think of ways to experience unusual things without having the class make the experience less rare for when I put it into the book.

In the end, however, I put that thought on hold and when through the other things I'd put down.

I wrote that I'd been given the opportunity to save the world and that resulted in a similar extraordinary experience which only backed up my theory of the less rare the experience, the less points it gave. Then I wrote down how I'd been given the chance to assassinate my homeroom teacher that resulted in an unusual experience...then I wrote down how I'd attempted to take my homeroom teachers life but ended up failing because he was too quick.

...Then I wrote about the situation around Karla asking me to be her boyfriend. Thinking about that, I thanked god I picked fighting and survival experience and I thank god even more that I got Ninjutsu Mastery with that experience. Why? 'Because Karla tried stalking me home! That's why!' I let out another sigh before leaning forward and looking at the book again, 'Thankfully with Ninjutsu Mastery I can pretty much be as stealthy as I want. Hiding in shadows is literal child's play for me now.'

Smiling, somewhat prideful at what I could do now, I actively doused that pride in cold water as I thought about what to book down in the book again. Quickly writing and asking how many points I had, I got a reply instantly.

[14,750 Experience Points are currently able to be used*.]

(*A/N - The aforementioned points, the points from yesterday and some other points he'd gained by putting his normal daily experiences into the book.)

Seeing the amount, I knew whatever I was about to put those points into was definitely going to get 10,000 Experience Points off the bat. I thought about putting another 10,000 into Fighting and Survival but I had the feeling putting anymore into that category while I still wasn't used to my abilities was a bad idea. I needed training and time to be able to fully use my skills and spending more points would just make it even harder to fully use my skills and physique. It might even make it harder to control my strength if I put more points in.

'So I need a new one to put these points into...' I thought about what to do while tapping my pen against the desk. I looked around, still wondering before my eyes landed on one thing:

The BB guns I'd got earlier today. I'd test fired a few bullets earlier and despite being able to use my senses to get them on mark, it required too much concentration to be considered natural...'Which is something that will really mess up assassination attempts. If I have to concentrate and Korosensei realizes that, he'll do everything in his power to make it so I can't concentrate. So being as natural as possible is what I need, right?' I thought before realizing what I was gonna put down.

But before that, I put the pen down and got up. I sat down on my bed before crossing my legs and entering a sort of meditative trance. Outside this trance, I was slowly flickering through certain hand seals and ever so slowly, I began to put the limiters back on my muscles.

Why?

Because if I didn't do this, how was I supposed to effectively train?!

Without the limits placed back on my muscles, the effort it took to even work up a sweat was insanely high. Conventional weights were also borderline useless to me and my muscles as well.

I mean, even with the limits back on my muscles I still had abnormal strength...but it was easier to work with right now. Even then, this was only a short-term fix for the situation because eventually even my limited strength will catch up to my past strength when the limiters are released. When my limited strength has been trained to the point where I'm at where I am now with my limiters removed...I'll have to try and work something out for myself.

I tried to think about how the Murim assassin had trained his body...but my mind couldn't find anything, 'Tch...seems like I only got what I asked for. Even though I can recall that I watched him train, when I try to think about specifics...my mind just goes blank,' I mentally chided the book for being so stingy but there wasn't much I could do about it.

'Whatever, that's some time in the future. Future me can worry about it when it comes to it,' I thought before opening my eyes and looking around. I instantly felt how restricted my body currently was by the seals I'd put on it with my Ninjutsu Mastery, 'After all, this will be enough for my training right now,' I said before I got down on the floor and began to train. Calisthenics was pretty much the name of the game because I didn't have any access to weights or anything, so I got to doing push-ups, squats, tricep dips, sit-ups, crunches, lunges--I did them all.

And I did them A LOT. Even limited my strength and stamina were monstrous. It took hundreds, if not thousands of each to get me feeling even a little worked up. But I kept at it and slowly I found myself completely exhausted.

I thought about releasing the restrictions on my muscles...but I decided against it. I could always release the limiters if it was needed, 'And it's not like my reaction speed or technique have been limited and that should be enough for now.'

Looking to the clock, I saw that it was only half seven in the afternoon, so I left my room and went to go and see if tea was done yet.

Exiting my room, I walked through the decently sized apartment before wondering into the kitchen. There, I saw my mom who was busy cooking away while humming to herself. Unlike my blond hair and blue eyes, my mom was where I got my Asian features from and had long black hair tied neatly into a ponytail and though I could see them from where I was, she had dark brown eyes that shined when the light hit them in a certain way.

My mom was a beautiful woman. Which is why the past me, the previous owner of this body, always hated his father for leaving. He couldn't fathom why he left such a woman. He couldn't see anything wrong with her. 'I guess you could say he was a bit of a mom-con--Actually, is that even a thing? I mean, I suspect it is but you can never be too sure,' I thought, quickly going off on a mental tangent before I cleared my head and greeted my mom, "Hey mom, what's for tea?" I asked.

"Hmm?" mom turned and looked over her shoulder before smiling, "Oh--what's for tea? Hamburger steaks to celebrate the first day of your second year in highschool!" she smiled before turning back to the salad she was preparing, "How was school anyway, Takuya?" she tried to hide it but she was obviously worried.

She knew the past me was being bullied but there was little she could do. She tried to get the teachers to help and that only made it worse. She tried to contact the bullies parents but most of them just blew her off with ''Kids will be kids'' or whatever. In the end, the past bullying was one of the reasons we moved. That and other financial reasons.

Hearing her question, my expression softened and I replied with a smile, "It was good, mom. It's different to the last school," I said as I sat down at the dining table, "A girl even confessed to me, you know? Seems like your son's truly good-looking. Getting a confession on the first day and all," I bragged before laughing lightly. Mom, on the other hand, looked back over her shoulder with eyes that were filling with hope and her body was quickly losing the tension I hadn't even seen until now.

"Really?" she asked, as if to ask if she was dreaming or something. Just as I nodded, she was already rushing to hug me. I just accepted the hug with open arms because I could easily guess at how tightly wound up she had been worrying about how I'd do at school.

Worrying if I'd make friends. Worrying if I'd just get bullied again. Worried history would repeat itself. Worry really does bad stuff to parents if it doesn't get resolved.

Sure, from my mom's perspective, she could think I'm lying about it and just trying to help her. But here's the thing: The past me hadn't lied to this mother of ours about his feelings or what was happening at his school and I decided to carry on this treatment. I wouldn't lie to her about this sort of stuff. But Korosensei? Me being able to run at Subsonic speeds? Yeah, I think I'll keep that stuff as secret as possible. If she does find out, it'll be in the future and when I'm ready to tell her.

Rubbing mom's back, I felt her trembling slightly as she hugged me tightly and in the end, she pulled back and rubbed away the tears collecting in her eyes before she smiled a wide and beautiful smile, "A girl confessed did she? Well, of course she would. My Takuya is too handsome!" she energetically got out before she ruffled my hair and got back up to go back to preparing the food, "How did you reply? Do you want to bring her over?" she asked, thinking I agreed.

Keeping a straight face, I replied "I said no," my words caused mom to take a double take before she looked at me with a wry smile.

"You said no? Takuya...you need to be a bit gentler at times like that," she said and I just gave her a blank look.

"And I should've what? Said yes?" I asked before smiling, "No way. It doesn't matter anyway - she told me herself that she hasn't given up, so it obviously didn't hurt her too much. Trust me when I tell you that her determination is unmatched..." I said as my face took on a wry expression.

"Hmm...if you say so, Takuya. But be sure to be nice to your new classmates if they're good to you, okay?" she said--well, more like told me this and expected me to follow it. So I just nodded because I didn't plan on being a dickhead to them either way. Not unless it's in retaliation to something they themselves did. Seeing me nod, mom smiled and then got back to preparing tea. I, on the other hand, just sat there and spoke to her about my day and asked how her day was.

It was nice. Relaxing even. I'd have to do this more often.

. . .

{I want to be able to use all types of guns effectively and with efficiency. Like a soldier. Can you give me experience for that?}

[Yes.]

Taking a deep breath, I put the pen to the paper and wrote the next part of what was needed.

{Then use 10,000 Experience Points on that, please.}

Like before I felt a split second of mind-numbing agony rush and tear through my body. But unlike last time, I was able to handle it and identify that unlike last time when it seemed to effect the entirety of my body, this time it really only seemed to be effecting my nervous system.

Then I lost consciousness and began to watch another 'movie'. Just like how it was last time.

This time, however, I began to watch the life of another me who would come to be known as the ultimate soldier.

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