An outburst an opportunity

When I got home, I went to look for him.

But he was still at work so he went to his desk and found a map with locations marked on it.

There were no descriptions, so he went to look for his wife Anaís to ask her about him.

Nothing new was discovered either, so he went for a walk towards the city.

Originally he had planned to come home and put on a show as he was finally ready to show his worth etc. To then demonstrate that he has already mastered half of what his teacher knows and to teach him the next steps.

But hey, not everyone gets what they set out to do.

Papaya Island is an island south of the earth of approximately 1000 square meters.

The climate is tropical, which together with its beautiful beaches make it a very good tourist destination with around a population of one million people.

Papaya Island has a forest at the height of a mountain with a barely habitable area from which Rick decided to return to the city.

It was already around noon and Rick arrived in town, he had planned to clear his mind,

Buying through the system and become better informed about the situation in recent years.

Before Goku's trip, not much information was provided about the development of the martial arts tournament, nor about the other most famous martial artists, the best schools apart from the turtle and crane school. Passing by the compound where he first met Artem, he caught a glimpse of the alley where he came out of nowhere.

"Wait, did I really come out of nowhere? Well, I don't care, I'm not going to spend points for something stupid like that." -Sanchez said to himself as he entered the dirty alley, walked to the bottom and leaned on the protective railing. . This one is there, because it has beautiful views of the city and because there is a descent along a ramp where cars pass. I am not usually nostalgic, but stopping by makes everything feel more real.

"Well, that was it," Rick said as he jumped over the ball and slid down.

Luckily there were no cars, so it didn't cause any accidents.

Now in papaya city, Rick was sitting in a cafeteria reading a newspaper.

'I wouldn't know whether to feel good or bad, according to the information I read from the newspaper, the martial arts here are like singers, however for many here who have never seen a kamekameha they will think that the arts are just pretty movements by a muscular orangutan, and any brick that an old man can break by himself is the apex of the technique. Or some extraterrestrial physicist that abounds here.'

'That's why I'm glad that they are famous and I was saddened by their ignorance, that's why people like Mr. Satan can win from this, and especially now that no purge has come to the world of martial arts.'

'I will be in charge of clearing the names of the martial artists.' He thought resolutely as he read (Scandal: The greatest tiger fighting style master cheats on his wife! caught on camera).

"He he, you ignorant people! You make scandals out of any self-proclaimed master and degrade the martial art as a whole."

Rick mocked, not knowing that this caught someone's attention.

After paying his bill, he walked away from the bar towards a park that he heard about before, there he caught a glimpse of something interesting, some monks, some boxers and a group of old men practicing tai chi, naturally along with a group of rabble. as a spectator.

Occasionally, exclamations were heard like, "Hey, that one looks powerful!" Or our boxing is the best!

Suddenly the veins in my head popped, he was angry.

Practicing to prove who is the biggest clown. Maybe some of these really want to pursue power, but here he only saw people who were greedy for fame.

I immediately ran over there, then jumped the crowd and landed on my knees in front,

right there he took off some bracelets with weights,

sounding like sandbags as they fell, thus drawing everyone's attention.

The dancers in the square stopped and looked at the one who ruined their concert.

"IS THIS FUNNY?

WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE? SHOWING OFF?"

A little offended, the men in the square shook and one of them shouted.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

BOY, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

"DON'T GO WHERE THEY DON'T CALL YOU, IF YOU WANT TO PARTICIPATE JUST SHUT UP AND JOIN."

"Ooh if I'm going to participate, I'm going to beat you up." Rick said.

"Shit! He's a troublemaker! Call the police! "-The elders exclaimed.

"Well, now it's my turn, whoever doesn't want to be hurt should leave" said Rick.

At that, some elders along with some monks left while the group that remained said, "You have no right to command us, we are in a public square."

"Yes, well, I'm not gona kick you out.

You just know that if you stay I will crush you down"

At that, both ran against each other, in order to represent a street fight, those who left before joined together again.

Punches, kicks, pushes, surprise attacks, they tried everything but Rick evaded everyone, before a blow he would crouch, before another kick he would jump, turn and counterattack, if they tried to grab him from behind, he would slip away, there was a moment where he could only be seen sneaking away from everyone, then in a moment they returned to their initial positions.

"You...are fakers" I said.

Since he didn't see any technicality in the little confrontation.

"NO WAY!"

"WE ARE TEACHERS! OUR SCHOOL HAS 30 TEACHERS AND 20 ARE HERE "

These were just some gangsters giving pity to my eyes now filled with contempt.

"Go for it!-Ahhhh! " they shouted together.

This time some picked up broken sticks from the ground.

"You...are already finished"

I said staying still this time.

In my mind, I opened the system interface and searched.[six marine styles]

Yes, just as you think, they are the rokushiki of the pirate world.

In this world the only valuable thing would be the return of life along with the guide on how to perfectly coordinate the body to launch vacuum slots and control the impulse launched by the soles of the feet to launch geppo and soru.

With my current body I can only use the shigan on relatively soft surfaces compared to a stone but it is enough to smash sticks and bones.

It only cost me 72 points, but it was worth it after all, they are a set of martial arts that took more than 300 years to form.

While his mind returned to the fight this time you could see how he moved his body as little as possible to avoid the first attackers.

And then with a small impulse he leaned forward to give those who were coming his first serious attack since he arrived.

Using the tiger's grasping and striking movement, he applied the shigan technique at his maximum speed, managing to deliver 3 blows per second against his targets, sticks, shoulders and forearms, all grazed with 2 or more blows with his claw-shaped hand. The sticks now broken on the ground with sawdust floating in the air, and the people, lying on the ground screaming in pain with blood coming out of their wounds.

With his hands covered in blood resting at his sides as he lowered his arms slowly, breathing a little hard.

He surveyed his surroundings seeing how the costumed gangsters around were shaking or fleeing, the spectators now all hiding and cameramen in the distance taking photos or videos, I don't know.

"I screwed up. Right?" Rick Sanchez said to himself.