Martial Arts System

"I have visited Summerlight's High School of Fighting, and you two have quite a lot of similarities." Abyss pointed out while looking at the massive hall.

The Principal's forehead was drenched in sweat, "I-Is that so… We were planning to modify the training spaces, any recommendations?"

Abyss rubbed his chin, "Send the students to the wilderness; they have to survive using their wits and strength."

The Principal gulped, "G-Good idea."

Aether facepalmed, 'They will be traumatized instead…'

Giron and the Principal weren't sure should they do it or not.

Aether shook his head after seeing them even considering it.

While he was shaking his head, he managed to catch a glimpse of a certain black-haired figure.

Aether turned his head and saw Ichiro standing with boredom.

"Ichiro!" Aether waved his hand.

Abyss raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction where Aether was looking.

Entire Hall's attention was on Ichiro.

Jordan and the rest looked at him with mouths agape.

Ichiro facepalmed, 'Fuck…'

Giron was surprised, "Young Ichiro, may we have a word?"

Ichiro sighed and walked towards the center arena under the intense gazes of others.

He arrived at the center arena and walked next to Aether.

"Yo!" Aether said with a smirk.

"Yo, your ass," Ichiro said quietly, only Aether, Giron, and Abyss heard him.

Giron was sweating furiously, 'Ichiro, what the fuck are you saying?!' He shouted in his mind.

"Hello." Abyss greeted.

Ichiro bowed towards him, tiny sweat drops trickled down his face, "Hey."

Aether smirked and patted Ichiro's shoulder, "I didn't know you were in this school."

"Where else?" Ichiro asked.

"In the Private High School of Cold, you are rich after all."

Ichiro wryly smiled, 'I am not… The system has frozen my money!'

The Principal wiped his sweat and asked, "W-What is your relationship with young Ichiro?"

"Brother-in-law," Aether replied.

"Son-in-law," Abyss replied.

*GASP*

Everyone gasped with shock-filled gazes.

Especially Jordan and others.

Ichiro was sweating furiously.

The Principal was actually delighted now!

'Son-in-law of Nightside family is in my school?! This is great!' The Principal almost started dancing.

Giron was shocked as well, "I see…"

"I have a question." Giron asked.

Aether and Abyss looked at him.

"Have you ever heard of Iron Style?" Giron asked.

Abyss thought deeply, "No, I haven't; whose style is it?"

Giron pointed towards Ichiro.

Abyss widened his eyes in shock.

Aether was also surprised, "Ichiro, you made your own style?!"

Ichiro nodded and crossed his arms, "Yep!"

Aether snorted, "I created my own style when I was 13!"

"I created when I was 12!" Ichiro replied back.

"Did I say 13? I meant 11!"

"Did I say 12? I meant when I was baby!"

Abyss then chopped both of their heads which caused them to crash on the arena, making the whole building shake.

"Owww…" Air left Ichiro's lungs; he was lying in the arena.

"Oww…" Aether as well, he couldn't move a muscle.

"Enough, tsk. Bunch of kids." Abyss clicked his tongue.

"H-Hospital…" Ichiro muttered.

"I-I am going to die…" Aether's vision started getting blurry.

Giron gulped and with a shaky finger pointed at them, "S-Should we help them?"

Abyss shook his head, "This is good training for them."

"T-Training for what?"

"Training to not bleed out, they have to learn a way to stop their bleeding; otherwise, they die." Abyss said; he turned towards Aether and Ichiro.

"Stop the bleeding!" Abyss shouted.

"F-Fuck…" Ichiro cursed and started tightening his muscles.

[Iron Demon – Demonic Healing!]

Soon his broken limbs started slowly popping to proper places, and his few bleeding wounds closed themselves.

Ichiro tightened his muscles so that the broken bones would start moving to the right places and tightened his muscles to close the wound.

But he needs to use this technique for over 1 hour to have a complete effect.

Ichiro's broken bones slowly started fixing themselves up, but he needed a few days to recover completely.

He took a deep breath and with shaky legs stood up.

Abyss nodded, "Impressive."

Ichiro lowered his head, not daring to look at him in the eye.

'Azura… Your dad is scary!'

Aether was still in the ground.

He gritted his teeth, he grabbed his left arm with his right, and twisted.

[Night Style – Night Twisting – Twisting Souls and Bones!]

"ARGHH!" Aether cried out; he twisted all the broken bones to the correct places and stood up with shaky legs.

'This is nothing…' Aether thought to himself, 'He once sent me to the cage filled with Savage Beasts… This was like a field trip!'

Abyss nodded, "You both pass."

Aether nodded shakily, Ichiro as well.

Abyss left with the Principal and with the coach to talk about some private stuff.

Leaving only Aether and Ichiro in the center arena.

Aether looked with pity towards Ichiro, "T-This is only the beginning… My dad is crazy!"

Ichiro gulped, his forehead was drenched in sweat, "H-He is scary!"

Aether nodded and patted his shoulder, "I-I-I-If you think this is bad… I wonder what he does to you when you actually start dating Azura… He loves Azura a lot!"

"If we start dating… Not sure how she feels about me yet…" Ichiro wiped his sweat and said.

Aether shook his head, "You dense block of ice. It is only a matter of time…" He murmured.

"Ah, fuck!" Ichiro cried out; he was still using his Demonic Healing, and one of the bones moved which made him cry in agony.

Aether smirked, "Your technique is worse than mine!"

"My injuries were worse!" Ichiro cried out.

"No, they weren't!"

"Yes, they were!"

Aether gritted his teeth, "Fine… My dad might have gone slightly harder on you.

"You think?!" Ichiro pointed towards the arena.

The arena around Ichiro has completely cracked apart, while Aether's was not even close to the same.

Aether wryly smiled, "Don't hurt Azura… Otherwise, I will cut off your dick, and my dad will break your neck."

Ichiro sighed, "I-I will never hurt her…"

"Good," Aether said and started shakily walking towards Abyss and the others.

"Argh…" Ichiro grimaced, his bones were still fixing themselves up, and he had to concentrate nonstop; otherwise, the technique would do more harm than good.