Azazyel's Multi Story Pile.

The whole isekaing experience nowadays was terrible... It had actually gotten so large and so many people were being sent to other worlds that even with the feeling of my soul being jacked from the void after death and stuffed into a meat suit to be told where I was to be going. I couldn't help but find the experience utterly boring as the reincarnation department literally looked like something out of a DMV with its long lines and bland features.

Thankfully when I got to my agent and he told me where I was going and what kind of universe I was facing it brought my mind back to life from the drowsiness from simply hearing the droning calls of people's numbers to be called in to speak with a reincarnation agent.

"So... What's the goal of this? Is there some kind of demon lord or something that's invading from another world?" I asked wryly as I looked at the file of the world I was getting sent into and the agent just shook his head.

"No, it's a martial arts world where too many universal lines got crossed up into one another so we need to send someone to see how stable that version of the universe is and whether we can send more people there... So although some demonic or outer gods may ever so unlikely come to visit, they will be heavily limited due to the universe not inherently being powerful enough to withstand their reality warping." The agent described and then told me how the universe was basically a mishmash of several martial arts series.

"Is there a particular place you wish to be inserted? This service will not clash with your new body that will with training be able to reach the peak of this world line, two martial arts tailored for you, and some cash for living expenses?" The agent asked and for a moment I paused before shrugging as I didn't know all the worlds this so-called martial arts world mix-up would have.

"Just send me somewhere I can get some training I guess." I responded and the agent just nodded and typed into his computer for a couple more minutes and then with an ominous final click of the 'Enter' key a portal behind me was spawned into existence.

I stood up with a wry smile and then for the last time I heard that agent speak. "Thank you for accepting reincarnation with us and have a wonderful new life." Then as I was sucked into the portal, my body was further augmented to be a perfect vessel for martial arts while being tempered by the spatial energy as I was sent through space and time but thankfully I couldn't focus on that pain of my body being tempered as my mind was facing the mother of all info dumps.

Two higher level martial arts wielding to their max potential was not a simple thing as it went beyond simply knowing stances and movements as they included methods of holding yourself, meditation, and many other things. And both styles were very interesting and I couldn't agree more on how they fit together.

First, the method of killing, in the Kyotouryuu, is the martial art used by the protagonist in Katanagatari that forged the body into a style to become a sword and more importantly, break other people's swords.

And secondly to augment and perfect the previous style by filling out its weakness in total strength and offense was the Water Streaming Rock Smashing Fist from One Punch Man.

When I was spat out of the portal and onto some lovely hard concrete, I just stared up at the cloudy sky above me as the information of the martial arts settled into my mind before finally, the stream of information stopped.

"Now where the hell am I," I muttered as I looked around for noticeable icons to tell me where I was and within a couple of moments I easily found out where I was.

I held in a sigh as I easily recognized the large red Tokyo tower and as I continued to look around I also bent over to and picked up the apparently magical suitcase that would fill up with a couple of grand in Japan's yen a month in cash so I could have some easy life expenses.

But as I made a full circle my face twisted as I realized where my agent decided to just drop my ass. Just down the street from myself I saw what my agent considered a good place for me to begin training... And I honestly couldn't deny him as that place was one of the best places in all of the fiction that I knew to get well-rounded training for all forms of martial arts.

"Ryōzanpaku," I muttered with a wry smile as I sighed at my future being laid out in front of me so clearly and for a moment I reconsidered if I wanted to go there instead of exploring and seeing what other worlds were supposed to be mixed into this one... But I quickly remembered how once again they were some of the best martial artists in the Kenichi universe so unless some stupidly crazy worlds were mixed into this one.

My best bet was still with the teachers of the Ryōzanpaku dojo.

Plus Shigure, the weapons mistress was a top-quality waifu and would be able to teach the principles behind my Kyotouryuu with her own weapon-based martial arts.

So I walked over and tried to open the large metal-studded doors of Ryōzanpaku and my face twisted as I realized something... 'My reforged body still can't even open the damned door to this place!' I mentally cried out as my feet slipped across the concrete pad outside the massive doors to the compound so helpless seeing no intercom or bell or anything I literally just shouted out.

"Hello! Is any of the masters of Ryōzanpaku here?" I called out awkwardly and if I knew the hell of training coming my way I probably would have run away. But as I went to shout again I was poked in the side making me jump to the side and just below my vision and behind me was a short Asian man wearing a green martial arts outfit I recognized him as Kensei Ma the master of Chinese Kung Fu.

"Hoho, you called?" He said cheerily and it kinda unnerved me how I couldn't see his face past his hat so I couldn't see his expression at all. But either way, I spoke clearly.

"Yeah... I came here for training I guess." I said kinda unsurely and at my words Kensei looked up at me and I saw his eyes were seemingly taking in my form and trying to see if I had any prior experience with him being a Grandmaster he could see I was as green as it came even if I was in good physical shape.

"Hmm...' He hummed obviously thinking it over and then he snapped his fingers and said cheerfully. "Nope! We don't accept walk-ins!" He said carelessly and then silently I opened up the briefcase I had.

"I will pay for my tutelage," I said bluntly and Kensei's entire careless persona was completely flipped on its head as he instantly became a money grubber and began rubbing his hands together and giggling creepily.

"Ohoho, why didn't you say so! We are so used to hobo martial artists coming to visit I thought you were just trying to leach off us! Come come in! Let's get your paperwork and waivers sorted out before we find out what you need to learn Haha." Kensei said excitedly and I was reminded about how a couple of thousand dollars turned into Japanese Yen back in the late nineties was actually a damned good amount of money.