Training (2)

Chapter 4

(Third-Person POV)

In the changing room, an 9-year-old boy stood, tall for his age, with an air of maturity beyond his years. His black hair was sleek and slightly tousled, framing his handsome face with sharp yet youthful features. His deep brown eyes carried a strong sense of focus and charm, exuding both innocence and wisdom—a combination that made him stand out even more. There was a natural confidence about him, as though he was used to being noticed.

As he changed his clothes, his movements were deliberate and practiced, reflecting a discipline uncommon for his age. His physique was lean but already showing signs of muscle, hinting at his growing strength. Despite his youth, he had a mature presence, effortlessly drawing people's attention. He looked like someone who knew where he was headed, his eyes filled with determination.

(First-Person POV)

It had been around six months since I started boxing, and I have to say, I worked really hard during that time. In the first three weeks, it was all about physical conditioning and learning the basics—footwork, throwing a punch with my whole weight behind it, and so on. Just the fundamentals to get me started. And boy, it was satisfying feeling my self improving so much faster than i would alone. 

And I also had a pleasant surprise while watching a pro boxing match—it turns out the power ceiling for ordinary people here is much higher compared to my old world . It wasn't shown in the anime, but trained athletes, fighters, monks, and boxers here are significantly stronger than their real-world counterparts. For instance, a normal professional boxer here could easily defeat Muhammad Ali without much trouble.

Because of this, I could grow much faster than I initially thought, despite having a System (albeit a crippled one, but a System nonetheless). The higher power ceiling in this world meant that my training and progress accelerated more than I expected. Even thought i am not heavenly gifted genius , I'm still improving at a pace that would've been impossible back in my old world.

Speaking of the System...

"Status," I thought, and my status appeared before me:

[System of Perfection]

Name: Tsuki Yuto

Race: Human

Level: 7

0/400 to upgrade

Talent: 2.42

Skills:

house management - Level 10 (Basic)

Running - Level 11 (Advanced)

Mana Manipulation - Level 5 (Basic)

Physical Enchantment - Level 1 (Basic)

Martial Arts - Level 5 (Basic) => Boxing Level 1 (Advanced)

Acting - Level 18 (Advanced)

Enchanted Senses - Level 5 (Basic)

Intimidating Presence - Level 7 (Basic)

Pain Resistance - Level 5 (Basic) (mutates the brain to withstand more pain)

Power Level: 2.1 (Adult Male: 1)

Perfection Points: 112.3

Remark: You are strong for a mortal.

Yeah, quite a bit of change. My Martial Arts skill has become Boxing, and it suddenly became easier to level up now. Even thought i am not certain . but i think it's because It downgraded .

(Third-Person POV)

"I know you're there," Yuto said, flashing a radiant smile at the tall, burly child trying to sneak up on him.

"What?! I thought I was pretty quiet " the child said, scratching the back of his head and smiling sheepishly.

Smiling, with a hint of amusement, Yuto replied, "It's not the noise you make gave you away. It's your smell."

With a shocked expression, the child exclaimed, "Do I really smell that bad that you could pick me out with all these other people around?"

Yuto didn't change his expression at all, maintaining a confident tone and a questioning look. "Otherwise, how would I know?"

The child stared at Yuto for several seconds, opening his mouth several times to reply. No doubt he was trying to say things like You could have seen my reflection in the mirror, or You could have caught me from the corner of your eye. But Yuto's confidence was so absolute that the child started to doubt himself.

Of course, this trick wouldn't work on everyone, but it was still a fun way to mess with people. The stronger and better you are, the more effective it becomes. If a king tells a peasant that his wife is cheating on him, even if the peasant trusts his wife, he'll still waver. But if a homeless man says the same thing, the peasant won't care.

"What if I really do smell that bad?" the child wondered. Once that question appeared in his mind, there was no turning back it would linger until someone objected or someone pointed out the truth Just ...

"Kaito, he's just messing with you," a nearby man said while changing clothes.

...Like that.

"Why do people have to ruin my fun? Can't they let a man have his fun?" Yuto thought, annoyed. On the outside, though, he kept a slightly teasing smile. "I was just messing with you, Kaito," he said softly.

Kaito sighed and replied, "Why did I believe you for a second?"

Yuto chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Because I've got a knack for convincing people," he said, leaning casually against the wall. "And Sometimes the truth sounds so much like a joke, it's hard to tell the difference."

"I guess you're right. Come on, let's go. It's almost time " Kaito said, turning to leave the changing room.

(80 Minutes Later) (Thrid person)

The boxing ring stood at the heart of the gym, its ropes slightly frayed but sturdy, forming a well-worn battleground. The canvas beneath their feet was faded and scuffed from countless matches, with faint traces of sweat and chalk adding to its weathered appearance. The corners of the ring held padded turnbuckles, worn from repeated use, yet still firm enough to absorb the impact of a fighter's back.

Around the ring, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. A few stools and water bottles sat nearby, ready for the next round. The surrounding area was marked by a low wooden barrier, keeping the audience close but not in the way of the action. On the floor, discarded hand wraps and towels lay haphazardly, evidence of the hard work put in by earlier fighters.

"Next, Tsuki Yuto and Yamazaki Ken," the coach called.

"Well, that's my cue," I thought as I stepped into the ring.

(Third-Person POV)

Tsuki Yuto entered the ring with a calm, almost serene expression. His light smile and relaxed posture belied the strength and skill he possessed. The crowd watched in anticipation as his opponent, Yamazaki Ken, climbed into the ring. Despite his teenage years, Ken had a muscular physique that spoke of experience. He eyed Yuto with a mix of respect and wariness, clearly aware of the challenge ahead.

The match began with Ken charging forward aggressively, hoping to overwhelm Yuto with powerful attacks. But Yuto, ever composed, effortlessly dodged Ken's strikes. With a swift, precise movement, Yuto countered with a punch to Ken's nose. The hit landed with a satisfying crack, causing Ken to stagger back, momentarily stunned.

Ken's shock quickly turned into frustration. His face flushed with anger as he launched a series of wild attacks, determined to turn the fight in his favor. But Yuto was ready. With each of Ken's punches, Yuto's responses grew sharper and more precise. His strikes were unyielding, landing with increasing ferocity.

As the fight wore on, Ken's confidence began to waver. The more he attacked, the more desperate he became. Yuto's calmness stood in stark contrast to Ken's growing panic. Every punch Yuto threw seemed to push Ken further into a corner, until, finally, Ken , exhausted and with no will power to continue threw one last punch, weak and sluggish, but Yuto sidestepped effortlessly, his movements still precise and composed.

The coach, sensing that Ken was done, blew the whistle, signaling the end of the spar.

"That's enough!" the coach barked.

At the end of spar Yuto with his light smile unchanged. Said in his usual soft voice . 

' Well that was a nice spar , you were really good '

Ken showing stiff smile said ' Thanks , i guess '

Yuto returned to his seat, still smiling, his breath even with no evidence that he just sparred with a person 5 years older than him . And effortlessly demolished him .

(First-Person POV)

It's becoming too easy, I thought as I watched the next match. As long as the opponent isn't a professional, I can defeat them easily. I need more of a challenge.

What if I go pro? It could make earning Perfection Points much easier... No, I can't. It would draw too much attention. An 8-year-old who trained for 6 months easily defeating a teenager who trained for years is already pushing it. Defeating pros left and right would be too much of a risk.

But... it could also be an opportunity. If I get scouted and recruited by someone, I could finally solve my biggest problem: connection to the supernatural.

I don't know anyone, nor do I know where to get recruited without risking becoming a servant or a slave. There's another way , I could train for a few years, get stronger, and ambush a stray devil or rogue magician to get introduced to the supernatural quietly.

Huuuhh i sign in my mind because of this hurdle as i think of other ways.

If only I could join an organization like Grauzauberer , It would make things so much easier.

 Author here : What do you guys think of this chapter ? Also what do you think . How should our mc proceed . (I already have the plan on how i will make him join supernatural side , but i wanna hear what you guys think. How should our mc proceed ?. )

Also should i add comedic scenes , or other fun things like misunderstanding or continue like this until canon ?