Morning Training, Will of the Overlord

Shiomiya Yo remembered something and went straight to find Koenji.

"Rokosuke, starting tomorrow, you're doing morning training with me."

This surprised Koenji somewhat.

"Yo, why do you suddenly want to train with me? Haven't you always refused?"

That was right. Koenji had invited Shiomiya Yo before, but he had turned him down every time.

As long as Shiomiya Yo wasn't certain he could win, he wouldn't accept.

But now that he possessed [Ultimate Fighter], there was no way he could lose!

"Rokosuke, I'm not the same as before."

Seeing how confident he was, Koenji knew he must have some kind of trump card.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly made such a request.

But Koenji never worried about losing. That conclusion came from experience.

"Then I'll be looking forward to it."

The next day, five in the morning.

Koenji directly dragged Shiomiya Yo out of bed.

Shiomiya Yo stared blankly at the alarm clock beside his bed.

"Fuck, what time is it?! Who the hell does morning training this early?!" Shiomiya Yo roared.

Koenji was utterly unconcerned. "I do this every day," he said, dragging Shiomiya Yo straight out of the room.

Once they reached the track, Shiomiya Yo yawned as he jogged behind Koenji.

Gradually, Shiomiya Yo realized something was wrong.

They had already run more than ten kilometers. Why were they still running?

Even though [Ultimate Fighter] had strengthened his physique, Shiomiya Yo's stamina still couldn't compare to Koenji's.

However, Shiomiya Yo's physical talent was no longer what it used to be. If he kept training, he would definitely win someday!

"Huff... I'm done running." Shiomiya Yo stopped, gasping for breath.

Koenji stopped and turned to look at him. "Yo, your stamina has improved, but you're still far behind me! Hahaha~" As he spoke, he slicked his hair back.

Shiomiya Yo looked at Koenji. Though he was drenched in sweat, his breathing remained steady.

Damn! This guy really was kind of a freak.

"I'm not running anymore. I'm going to do a couple forms to recover." Shiomiya Yo went straight to the lawn and performed two Tai Chi forms.

As he practiced, Shiomiya Yo felt more refreshed than ever before. The sensation of controlling his body was truly wonderful.

Looks like practicing martial arts suits me better after all!

Shiomiya Yo eagerly continued practicing. He could perform martial arts from every school with ease.

His movements flowed like clouds and water, carrying a faint sense of artistic grace.

When Koenji ran past and saw Shiomiya Yo practicing, he was somewhat surprised as well.

"Didn't you say there wasn't any fighting style left that interested you? Why did you start practicing again?" Koenji asked doubtfully.

"My state of mind has changed. Back then, I practiced martial arts to hit people. Now, I practice to cultivate myself." Shiomiya Yo wore a calm, detached expression as he spoke philosophical words like a grandmaster.

Koenji's eyes widened immediately. "What did you do with Shiomiya Yo? Give him back!" he said, moving as if to attack.

Shiomiya Yo hurriedly dodged and could only explain, "I practice martial arts so I can become stronger than you. This method suits me."

Koenji stopped and nodded in approval.

Fuck! This guy would rather believe that excuse than believe I've attained enlightenment.

That completely killed Shiomiya Yo's mood for practicing.

After morning training ended, the two chatted as they headed back to the dorms.

"The last time you practiced martial arts was back in elementary school, right?" Koenji said with some sentimentality.

Hearing Koenji say that, Shiomiya Yo couldn't help but smile as he recalled their elementary school days.

Back then, Shiomiya Yo and Koenji had entered elementary school together, only to get bullied during their first week. Afterward, Shiomiya Yo led Koenji through two weeks of combat training before they returned to school.

After that, the two began indiscriminately fighting everyone in their grade. Shiomiya Yo discovered that as long as those kids felt pain, they lost the will to resist, so it was basically one punch per kid.

Because Shiomiya Yo specifically targeted vital points.

At first, the two beat up the students in their own grade. Later, students from higher grades joined in as well.

Shiomiya Yo had no choice but to lead Koenji in beating up every bully in the entire school.

The two also honed their fighting skills more and more through real combat.

In the end, Shiomiya Yo and Koenji had dominated the entire school just two months after enrolling.

From then on, the students at that elementary school had only three tiers.

First: Shiomiya Yo.

Second: Koenji Rokusuke.

Third: Everyone else.

Because of the two's reputation and strength, there had not been a single bullying incident during their seven years at the school.

(Seven years is correct. See the beginning.)

Thinking back to the days when he took down elementary school kids with one punch each, Shiomiya Yo unconsciously smiled.

The sight left Koenji dumbfounded. Was this really Yo? He actually smiled!

It seemed his condition really had improved in junior high.

That made Koenji rather curious.

"What did you transfer schools in junior high for?"

Shiomiya Yo did not think much about it and answered directly.

"I went to fight in the Middle East. I nearly got turned into a human bomb, too."

"Huh?! You're joking, right?!" Koenji was startled as well.

"Haha, of course I'm joking! How could that possibly happen?" Shiomiya Yo said with a smile.

Whenever Koenji asked about Shiomiya Yo's time in junior high, he would always change the subject. It seemed he did not want to talk about it.

When they reached the dormitory building, the two went back separately to wash up.

After washing up, Shiomiya Yo felt sore and weak all over. It seemed he had gone too long without exercising.

As Shiomiya Yo walked down the road, someone suddenly bumped into him.

A girl with short blue hair and injuries still on her face yelled at him, "Can't you watch where you're going? Move aside."

The girl shoved him away, then stormed off.

Shiomiya Yo watched her retreating figure, somewhat speechless.

He remembered that the girl was Ibuki Mio from Class C. The injuries on her face were still fresh; there was a good chance someone from her class had inflicted them.

When he had looked around before, he had concluded that Class C was full of delinquents. Fighting and brawling were probably commonplace.

It seemed Ibuki Mio had lost a fight.

Shiomiya Yo became interested in Class C as well. Had they started fighting already when school had only just begun?

Could they be deciding who was boss through fighting?

Shiomiya Yo decided to go see what the people from Class C were doing.

As for class, Shiomiya Yo did not care. Based on his observations, even if he attended class obediently, Class D's points would still be deducted until there was almost nothing left after a month.

He might as well make himself happy.

Before long, Shiomiya Yo spotted several Class C students heading toward a surveillance blind spot, and he quietly followed them.

Never underestimate a detective's ability to tail someone!