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Martial Arts System

Kurogami Ichiro was desperate because he couldn't achieve what he wanted when he once started his martial arts path at age of 8! 35 Years he spent training and honing his martial arts, but he always felt like he was born in the wrong era... And fate played its tricks and Ichiro lost his life while saving a young girl's life and no matter how much he trained his martial arts. He couldn't escape from death. But.. his story didn't end there... He reincarnated to a different world where martial arts and people with strength are targets of admiration... Can Ichiro finally reach his dream while having the assistance of the Martial Arts System? Martial Arts System seemed simple at first... But Ichiro will slowly find out... That the Martial Arts System is far from simple. ________________________________ Disclaimer: The cover is my own, made by Dini Marlina __________________ https://www.patreon.com/aesirproductions Me, alongside my friends, decided to create a novel. Please, check it out, and support if you enjoy it. I can promise, it's going to be a wild ride.

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Ichiro's Birthday - Age 17.

Five.

Months.

Later.

A black-haired youth strolled in the streets. He was going over his pockets, trying to find his keys.

Soon, a pair of keys appeared in his pocket.

The nearby young women had hearts in their eyes as the handsome young man passed by them.

*Clank*

A flashing of lights came from the direction of nearby citizens trying to take pictures of the legendary individual right in front of their eyes.

Ichiro brushed the strands of hair to the side and casually walked forward. The same scene was every morning, and he had grown numb to it.

However, while walking, an uncommon notification popped up.

[Happy Birthday, Kurogami Ichiro!]

[Age: 16 -> 17!]

[One year till the age of growth!]

''Oh… Right.'' Ichiro stopped in front of the two-floor building with a slight smile.

A smile that made nearby women's hearts beat rapidly, almost exploding out of their chests.