BNHA: Martial Arts God

CHAPTER 5

1 month later...

The instructors like him surprisingly because he doesn't complain when they are exercising or how "hard" it is, all that jazz that 8-year-olds complain about when they feel a hint of pain. This pain doesn't even compare to the numerous times his body has broken down and restored itself in a day.

Because of his ability and my hard work, he has now caught up with the senior students that are in his age group. He learned all the basic karate moves and throws and is starting to learn the advanced moves and the natural combos that one can combine.

But the most important thing that he learned was that there was a tournament soon.

They usually have an annual tournament soon in collaboration with some other dojos around Tokyo, in about 2 weeks, and the prize was about $500 dollars in Japanese Yen.

Grinning at the news, he thought to himself as they warmed up from today's training.

'I can kill two birds with one stone and proceed with Money-Making Plan™️'s Step 2.'

"Jin, can you come here for a second?" The instructor said to him.

"Sure?" Following the instructor to the 12–15-year-old section of the dojo, they stop as the instructor asked.

"You have been improving at an incredible rate. I want you to spar against them to gauge the level that you are at for the tournament."

... Perfect...

"Sure."

And... They paired him with a huge cocky kid. Sigh... Why?

"So, you're the runt that everyone's been talking about? You don't look like much. I bet that I can K.O. you in a punch!" The teenager boasted as he flexed his biceps, showing his arm muscles.

'Wow, those are small.' He thought to himself as they walked to an available sparring space.

Once they were ready in their spaces with their respective gears, the instructor signaled the start of the fight.

"Ready? ...Fight!"

"Haaaaa!" The kid rushes while yelling at Gohru, who had a confused look on his face.

Isn't it a universal fighting rule to not yell out an attack? And he has so many openings, it was almost a joke. Did the kid really get his Red Belt from physical strength?

Waiting until the last minute, Gohru sidesteps the kid's right punch to the left. Grabbing onto the kid's gi collar, he uses his right leg to throw a powerful low kick that disrupts the balance of the kid before using the collar to push the boy to the ground.

BANG!

Gohru turned to look at the shocked face of the instructors.

"Is that all? That was boring. Sensei, give me someone better!"

The main instructor's eyes were shining with money symbols on his eyes, and when Gohru saw them, he smirked.

'Hook. Line. And Sink.'

After he beat a few more students using throws, they stopped me and told me to relax for a while. Listening to them debate whether to let me fight with the older 17–18-year-olds, he mentally scoffed at their suggestions.

'They are like twice my height, and you are suggesting it without much of a thought?'

He was fine with fighting the older students since he could soak up more techniques and experience. Experience is the focus here since with experience, a weak person could be the stronger one when comparing two fighters.