I parry the s rank

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Takashi saw another male in this world. Apart from Logesh, he had started to believe this country had no other men.

"Wow, what an imagination!" WoB said with a sarcastic laugh.

"No, seriously. I didn't know what to expect. This world is strange—who knows what's going on?" Takashi replied in his thoughts.

Shaking off his musings, Takashi turned his attention to the man in front of him.

"I'm Quinn, an S+ adventurer and the trainer for this Work Affair Guild," the man introduced himself, his tone confident.

"Oh, I'm Takashi. It's an honor to meet you," Takashi replied politely.

Quinn nodded, studying Takashi. "First, I need to see your swordsmanship."

"Sure, why not?" Takashi said, stepping forward.

Suddenly, WoB's voice echoed in his head. "Dumbass! You forgot to learn the skill—Kenjutsu: The Lost Legend Legacy!"

Takashi froze. "Oh, crap! I totally forgot. Let's see if I can fix this now," he muttered internally.

Thinking quickly, he turned to Quinn. "Uh, sir, I think I need to… go to the washroom for a moment."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "The washroom? Now? Fine, but it's not free. I'll make a bet with you when you're back."

"Sneaky bastard!" Takashi mumbled under his breath as he headed for the washroom.

As soon as he entered, Takashi regretted his decision. The condition of the bathroom was beyond horrifying. The stench hit him like a brick wall, and the place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years.

"Ugh, what is this place?" he muttered, managing to steady himself.

Just then, a system window appeared in front of him, displaying the Kenjutsu skill. Without wasting time, he pressed on it.

Instantly, his world turned upside down. A sharp, searing pain erupted in his head. It felt as if someone was forcefully injecting knowledge into his brain, tearing through his mind like an unstoppable torrent. Takashi clutched the wall for support, his vision blurring, and his thoughts scattering.

The pain was overwhelming, and for a moment, his mind went blank. He couldn't think or feel anything but agony. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, before the intensity began to subside. Slowly, he regained his senses, though his head still pounded and the world around him seemed to tilt.

Breathing heavily, Takashi straightened up, forcing himself to focus. He stumbled out of the washroom, his body still trembling. Yet, as he stepped into the sunlight again, something within him felt different.

There was a clarity, a strange calmness, as though he had lived through countless battles and learned the wisdom of an ancient warrior.

With newfound resolve, Takashi returned to the training ground, ready to face whatever awaited him.

As Takashi stepped onto the stage, he could feel the tension in the air. Quinn, an S+ rank adventurer and trainer, stood before him, wielding a wooden sword with a smug grin.

"Oh, you're back," Quinn sneered. "Well, let's see how good you are, Mr. 84%."

Takashi's thoughts raced. "No wonder this guy's behaving so strangely. He's jealous of me!"

Outwardly, Takashi smirked. "Oh, so you've heard about my GPR test? Well, I guess I'm pretty popular."

Quinn's grin widened. "Popular? I'd say infamous. I think the whole world's heard of it by now. But don't worry, I wouldn't dare hurt a 'natural property,'" he said, dripping with sarcasm.

"Sure," Takashi replied nonchalantly, picking up a wooden sword and stepping into position.

Both men faced off, adopting their stances. Takashi's posture, however, was anything but ordinary. He stood upright, his left hand tucked behind his back, while his right hand swung the wooden sword lazily, as if it were a child's toy. His stance didn't look like that of a trainee—it resembled that of a seasoned instructor.

The audience whispered among themselves.

"Look at him, acting all high and mighty," one person muttered.

"Shhh… Do you know his GPR is 84%?" another whispered.

"84%? I heard he… well, you know, with all the girls in the Greeneye family," someone else added.

"Come on, there are over 59 girls in that family! No one can… you know… with that many elves!"

"Maybe they're just rumors. Besides, even with an 84% GPR, that doesn't make him stronger than Quinn," a skeptic chimed in.

"Keep it down! They can hear us!" another hissed.

"Too late," Takashi thought, his ears picking up every word. He glanced at Quinn, who now looked visibly irritated.

Quinn's eyes narrowed, his disappointment palpable. "Hey, you! Why are you standing there like a damn statue? 🗿 What, do you have two fathers, or is your mother a sl—"

Before he could finish, Takashi's blood boiled. Without hesitation, his body moved on its own.

"Kick his butt—and his pride while you're at it!" WoB chimed in.

In a blur, Takashi closed the distance between himself and Quinn. Time seemed to slow for everyone else on the training ground. Some people didn't even have time to blink; others still had their eyes closed. Then came the sound—an earth-shattering BANG!

The force of Takashi's strike sent Quinn flying like a ragdoll. His body crashed into the solid training ground wall with such ferocity that the wall cracked on impact. Dust and debris clouded the air as the echoes of the collision reverberated throughout the area.

The audience stood frozen in disbelief. For a moment, no one could process what had just happened. Then, as the dust settled, they saw Quinn slumped against the wall, his legendary-class armor shattered into pieces. He coughed violently, blood dripping from his mouth, his body barely able to move.

Takashi stood alone on the stage, calm and unscathed, holding his wooden sword casually. The sheer dominance he displayed left everyone speechless.

The whispers started again, this time in hushed, awed tones.

"He… he took down an S+ rank trainer with one swing…"

"That's impossible! Quinn didn't even have a chance to block!"

Takashi ignored the murmurs, his mind oddly calm. "Guess I'm stronger than I thought," he mused, glancing at his trembling opponent.

"Looks like your bet didn't pay off, Quinn," Takashi said coolly, stepping off the stage.

Takashi sighed deeply, trying to process everything that had just happened. *"This world just keeps throwing surprises at me,"* he thought. 

"Congratulations, you passed the test!" Quinn muttered weakly before slumping unconscious on the ground. 

Takashi stepped off the stage, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through him. He looked down at his hands. *"I've changed so much since coming to this world,"* he thought. *"It's like I'm being controlled by someone… or something."* 

"Well done," WoB said cheerfully. "That skill is impressive, but I think your title is amplifying its strength. Either way, good job." 

"Thanks," Takashi replied. 

"Master, you were amazing!" Izanami's voice echoed in his mind through telepathy. 

"You're even more amazing, Izanami," Takashi responded humbly. 

"Master, you are magnificent!" Pink chimed in enthusiastically. "You're hot in bed… a beast in bed… and on the battlefield, you're as cool as ice crystals!" 

Takashi's face turned beet red as memories of the previous night flashed through his mind. He awkwardly replied, "Uh… thanks, I guess." 

The receptionist interrupted their banter and guided Takashi to the magic department. It was another open ground, scattered with various puppets for training purposes. A woman in white robes, wearing an eyepatch, greeted them. She looked like a priestess straight out of an RPG, but Takashi could tell she wasn't exactly what she seemed. 

Upon seeing Takashi, the woman's face turned red, and she struggled to meet his gaze. Meanwhile, Pink's expression darkened. Though she wore a polite smile, her aura screamed jealousy. 

"Miss, do you mind not looking at him like that and stop imagining things about my meal?" Pink said sweetly, though her words carried a sharp edge. 

"Ohhh," WoB teased. "She just called you her 'meal.' What a sight to behold!" 

*"Shut up,"* Takashi thought. *"What kind of world is this where girls think of guys as… sex tools?!"* 

The priestess cleared her throat, trying to regain composure. "Sir, please demonstrate your magic by destroying those puppets." 

Takashi frowned. He hadn't used magic before. 

"Close your eyes and feel," WoB instructed. 

Takashi obeyed but felt nothing. 

"Try to sense your armor or the energy around you," WoB suggested. 

This time, Takashi focused harder. After a few moments, he felt a faint orange-yellow current flowing within him. He concentrated on pulling it outward. Suddenly, icy energy surged from his body. Without opening his eyes, he imagined it striking the target. 

A loud cracking and freezing sound echoed through the area. When he opened his eyes, he saw the puppets encased in a massive iceberg, along with part of the ground and even some nearby walls. 

"Impressive!" the priestess exclaimed. 

"You've passed the magic exam," the receptionist announced. 

As they left the grounds, Takashi glanced at Pink. "See? Changing my armor didn't help. Everyone still recognizes me." 

"Of course," Pink replied. "You're a human in an elf kingdom, and your absurdly high GPR makes you stand out." 

"Well, time to take on a job," Takashi said. 

Pink's face turned red, and she suddenly blurted out, "Master, you have to clean… my… hole." 

Takashi blinked. "What did you just say?" 

Pink looked away shyly, her cheeks flushed. 

Before Takashi could process her words, a system window popped up. 

*Quest Received: Clear The of Miss Pink Hole [S-Rank]* 

*Objective: Have se*x with Miss Pink.* 

Takashi's jaw dropped. *"Oh god…"* 

"Fan service time! finally back " WoB said gleefully. 

"Sure, but… where?" Takashi asked hesitantly. 

"There," Pink said, pointing. 

Takashi turned to look and saw… a love motel. 

*"Oh no. Is this place always ready for things like this?!"* he thought, as Pink's bright smile and the quest window loomed over him like an inevitable fate.