Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"My master said that traditional kung fu is about stopping when you've hit the mark. This means striking the enemy's weak points and vital areas relentlessly until they are unconscious."
My soul is transported to Tokyo, where I become a miserable high school student.
He only has himself left on his household registration book; he has no sister, no house, and no savings. He lives in a storage room in the attic, and he worries about where his next meal will come from. He is bullied wherever he goes...
While countless young people celebrated their youth, his youth was a picture of hell.
Fortunately, he had just learned "unrestricted fighting techniques" in his previous life, so he could withstand this kind of humiliation.
"I'm an art club member who loves paper cutting, so what's wrong with carrying scissors with me?"
"I'm also a trainee auto mechanic. Before you start nitpicking, take a look at the big wrench in my hand."
"If you are falsely accused of sexual harassment by a girl in public, don't panic. Pick up a weapon and have a fair fight to the death with her!"
"Also, when I took the dump truck driver exemption test, were you secretly watching me?"
……
What, then, is youth?
If the air is dirty, there's no need to read it.
Even if you go against the grain, you can still live your true self.
Everyday life is a series of miracles.
The girl smiled shyly, and the boy's eyes sparkled in the morning light.
Walk with her through the seasons, then burn the city to ashes.
Youth is like a summer firework bursting into bloom, or like the magnificent Tokyo Tower collapsing.
The ephemeral beauty of the night-blooming cereus is captivating, breathtaking, and stunning.
"Let's play a game! The prize is all of Tokyo and my heart!"
This is a lighthearted, everyday love story about a young man with a strong sense of martial arts who doesn't adhere to any martial arts principles in Tokyo~ (laughs)