We arrived at the school, after walking for about 15 minutes.
We arrive at 8:10 am, but classes will start at 8:30 am so there is still plenty of time left.
"Brother, I have PE first class, see you later!" my sister said, and after that ran towards girls locker room.
"Take care!" I told her, but she probably didn't hear me while she was running at full speed already.
'So energetic.' I thought while wondering where does she get that much extra energy.
"Ichiro!" I heard a loud yell behind me and before I managed to look behind me, I felt a stinging pain on my back.
"Argh..."
"Why did you hit me!" I yelled towards the young boy who hit me, he looked around my age with green hair and grey eyes with cute looks.
"Teehee, because I wanted to!" he said and ran towards our classroom with a smile I remember him from my memories and his name is Takayo Iwata.
Our relationship is classmates, not really good friends, but someone we can talk comfortably.
What I have seen so far from my memories that there are multiple nationalities in the same country and that included different kinds of names,
Our family is Japanese and so is Iwata's.
But of course, they don't know what Japanese means in this world.
...
I opened the door and walked through it while entering the classroom.
After I entered the classroom only a few took glimpses towards me, but only for a second, and then started chattering with their friends.
As far as I can see through my memories is that I wasn't that popular, but also I have my own group of friends.
"Did you watch yesterday's match? It was insane!"
I heard my classmates murmuring about some kind of martial art tournament, which to me sounded amazing.
I reached my seat which is a front seat on the left side of the classroom and sat on it to prepare for the class which will start in a few minutes.
"You Ichiro, did you finish the game yesterday?" my friend Mark Alleyson asked me and I remember from my memories that he lent me the game and I have been trying to finish for a week and now finally finished it last night, which is also the reason why I felt so tired after getting my memories back.
Previous Ichiro really didn't care about sleep.
"Yes I did, but I forgot to take it with me - I will give it to you tomorrow." Of course, I couldn't remember after such a hectic morning.
"Alright!" He said and sat down because the classroom door opened and a middle-aged man walked from it who had a stoic-looking face with a small beard.
Our first class was math, which was very easy for me with my previous life memories, I decided not to pay attention but instead started looking at the system.
'System.'
[Name: Kurogami Ichiro]
[Martial Rank: Unranked]
[Age: 15]
[Level: 1]
[SP: 0]
[Coins: 0]
[0/100 EXP]
[HP 10/10]
[Strength: 8]
[Agility: 10]
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Martial Arts System
Aventura𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿: Alekzi Kurogami Ichiro was desperate because he couldn't achieve what he wanted. When he once started his martial arts path at age of 8! 35 years he spent training and honing his martial arts , but he always felt like he was...
