Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

"Thanks."

Xiaochuan responded. Being good-looking was an advantage; she never lacked people's advances.

It was something she was used to.

As he thought about it, Xiao Chuan glanced at the boy in the room out of the corner of his eye for the umpteenth time.

Rather than having a way out, perhaps they can take a gamble.

However, time is indeed running out.

Any later, and they'll all be unemployed.

However, if Sato can gain momentum before then, there might still be hope.

Thinking about it, Xiao Chuan took out his business card that he had kept in the cabinet.

This audition might be my last chance.

......

Unaware of the conversation between the two outside, the first season of Shadow Legion soon began playing on the television in front of Sato.

The film opens with a fight scene, accompanied by a narrator introducing the background, as two groups of men dressed as ninjas in black jump around in front of the screen.

The sounds of swords clashing were incessant.

The background isn't really important; as long as they're ninjas, that's fine. Each member uses a colored headband to distinguish their identity.

It's like an adult version of Super Sentai.

Of course, from the perspective of the boy from the future, it is a bit crude.

However, it's already quite good by the standards of this era.

What he needs to do now is learn from experience.

As for applying what one has learned to other situations, that's something you do later when you have more experience.

Otherwise, even if he knew what the style of those future international martial arts superstars would be like, he wouldn't be able to imitate them.

Without letting his mind wander, Sato quickly calmed down.

However, just as he was getting serious, he was interrupted by the system window that reappeared in front of him.

[The heroic figures of countless predecessors fighting valiantly have been detected before you!]

[Unlock Achievement: Immersive Experience]

[Unlock Skill: Mental Martial Arts]

Note: You can practice in your mind like you are there in real life, which will help you improve your martial arts skills.

Note 2: Although this is not The Matrix, the pain level will be maintained at 95% to maintain the realism of the battlefield.

Note 3: Be careful of mental energy depletion. The duration of each day varies depending on mental energy levels. If you feel unwell, please stop immediately and go to sleep to recharge.

"...This works?"

Sato was completely bewildered by the annotations in front of him.

This is called a television set! And this doesn't really qualify as a bloody battle, even though blood packs were used quite a bit...

Although it was meant as a sarcastic remark, Sato, having regained his senses, felt a little expectant after reading those words.

He thought that only acting could unlock skills.

It seems I underestimated the features of this system.

As for this skill, he desperately needs it.

After all, compared to his competitors, he is now lacking not only in physical fitness but also in experience.

Although it's not an instant success, if mental rehearsals can achieve the same effect in reality, it can save him a lot of time, allowing him to get his body back in shape and hone his acting skills.

As for genuine empathy, Sato couldn't care less about that at this point.

Anyway, in order to make progress, we'll endure the pain.

Better than starving to death.

Moreover, the pain sensation is not incomprehensible. After all, the system still thinks he is in the Warring States period. If he were on a real battlefield, and lost the sensation of pain during the mental simulation, he would mistakenly believe that reality was also like that, which would backfire.

"Let's verify the cheat code first!"

Thinking it over, Sato suppressed his excitement and looked intently at the television screen in front of him again.

He carefully memorized every move and technique of Shinichi Chiba and the others.

After watching a fight scene quickly and turning off the TV, Sato silently said "start" in his mind. In that instant, the boy's mind seemed to split in two.

One half is still able to handle some simple tasks, while the other half seems to be in a virtual training ground.

Before him appeared Shinichi Chiba, who charged at him without saying a word, sword in hand.

"I'm the villain?!"

Realizing what was happening, Sato instinctively tried to draw his sword to block, but before he could even pull it out, he was instantly cleaved in two by the opponent's powerful split, leaving a bloody gash in his body.

A burning pain shot through my body.

"Well...!"

Sato almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a moment, and it disappeared just as Sato was about to scream.

"Fortunately, I had a last-ditch effort."

This wasn't the first time he'd experienced that feeling of being on the verge of death, and he could barely accept it.

"This is really like The Matrix..."

Sato couldn't help but mutter to himself.

At the same time, he also made the gesture of drawing a sword, just like in the movie.

Although he wasn't exactly fast, Sato clearly felt that he had become more proficient.

This is normal, after all, it was bought with blood.

Indeed, the combination of multitasking and the feeling of death made him feel somewhat exhausted after just being slashed by Shinichi Chiba.

"However, this way... it will work!"

Sato's eyes lit up again, and a surge of excitement welled up inside him.

However, he quickly coughed lightly and calmed down on his own.

This room is transparent.

Seeing him gesticulating wildly here has a bad influence on others, and makes his public image even stranger.

However, it is clear that for a young man to openly watch TV dramas in the workplace is already quite unconventional and has already attracted attention.

Seeing the boy making a ruckus in the room, everyone found it rather amusing.

Some people couldn't help but smile.

They knew the boy probably wanted to watch TV dramas and learn the moves from them.

But is this something that can be learned in this way?

Without a teacher to guide them and without opportunities for practice, it seems very difficult no matter how you look at it.

However, since the boy was one of their own, and his politeness and the fact that he was being supervised and praised made them feel proud as well, most people changed their opinion of him. At this point, there was no mockery or anything, but rather a sense of admiration.

The boy seemed like a completely different person, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time.

Amidst everyone's sighs, the day quickly passed, and the bright summer sun outside the window had long since turned into the setting sun.

Sato hadn't been idle all day either. While mentally imagining Chiba Shinichi killing him with a single blow, he was constantly practicing the movements with his hands.

This action, of course, is simply drawing a sword.

After all, this is the basics. When he enters the training ground, he will first face Chiba's attack. If he is slow to draw his sword, he will be killed in one strike.

Under the agony of death, Sato's sword-drawing skills also improved rapidly.

Although he was still killed in one strike, at least he managed to draw his sword before dying.

During this time, the employees who were constantly coming and going or going to the break room to get coffee watched as the other person kept swinging the knife that was rolled up with a newspaper. From the slightly comical movements to the seemingly normal act of drawing the knife, their initial skepticism had long since disappeared.

Instead, their expressions grew increasingly surprised as darkness fell.

The progress is too fast. Although it has not yet reached the level of a superhuman, it is already a remarkable improvement for a boy who has always been known for his mediocrity. The more I watch, the more I can't help but feel regret.

It's a pity he realized it too late. Otherwise, a few years earlier, Sato might have been able to turn the tide for them and become the pillar of their company, thus preventing it from going bankrupt.

Under everyone's gaze, the seemingly normal-looking boy was now on the verge of collapse.

They were unaware that the boy was also rehearsing in his mind. In just eight hours, he had practiced in his mind for an hour, being killed by Chiba no less than twenty times, while watching videos.

After the test, Sato roughly realized that practicing for an hour every day, or dying twenty times, seemed to be the limit of his mental strength.

Fortunately, the pain was only momentary, like being pricked by a needle. Although it was very painful, it disappeared quickly, so I was able to barely endure it.

Moreover, this kind of intense training is not without effect. The imagined Sonny Chiba is actually real, and this kind of real training has a huge effect on acting.

At least he has learned the basics of drawing his sword. If he continues at this pace for a month, there will most likely be no problem!

In short, although he is now almost a dried-up corpse with his spiritual energy depleted, he is also quite excited.

"Sato, want to get something to eat?"

Seeing that the boy had turned off the TV, Xiaochuan also went into the room.

The boy in front of her looked unusually tired, perhaps because his body had not yet recovered from his illness, but his eyes were bright and spirited, as if the stars had a natural attraction.