Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

"Don't go around telling everyone; they might not all be good people."

"Okay, I understand."

Peach pouted, wanting to retract her assessment that Sato was even more nagging than her mother.

"Also, go away from that Sato Ryo guy. Once you debut, you'll be a proper idol, so be careful what the media photographs you doing."

"Okay."

Peach's bright eyes glanced at the TV and then at her mother, her smile growing even brighter.

If she hadn't promised Sato that she couldn't tell him, she would have told her mother right now.

On the other side, seeing her daughter's bright smile, Peach's mother also felt a sense of helplessness.

She didn't think anything was wrong. After all, ever since she agreed to let her daughter enter the entertainment industry, the child had been cheerful all the time, which was both endearing and worrying.

However, since Momoko used to frequently visit Sato, I was worried that there might be something going on between them, but now it seems I don't need to worry too much.

What kind of resources do they have for their own daughter? She's clearly a rising star.

Seeing more outstanding men in the future, it will be even less likely that I will like Sato.

Moreover, if anything were to happen, she wouldn't even need to lift a finger; her agency would already be hunting down Sato.

Unaware of her mother's thoughts, Peach proudly raised her little chin.

"Wait until later, Sato-nii will scare you to death~!"

With a strange sense of excitement and anticipation in her heart, Peach ran upstairs in her white socks.

She still needs to study hard, both for the sake of the entertainment industry and to better mock Sato-san in the future!

......

A week is a short time. Without stopping his mental practice, Sato has already become quite proficient at the second move, the horizontal block with his sword.

Through constant observation of the sword techniques in "Shadow Legion" and the life-or-death training of mental martial arts practice, it can be said that mastering this second move after the sword-drawing technique was a natural progression.

Of course, it's not as fast as a sword-drawing technique enhanced with speed.

Moreover, learning only two moves in a little over a month, even with daily mental practice, is still too inefficient for his irrigation canal.

Their qualifications are undeniably ordinary.

Without mental training, if he had to practice by watching TV, he probably wouldn't be able to master it in a year.

That's why he's even more eager to improve efficiency.

And today, the day has finally come for Sato to head to the action club in Chiba.

Thinking of his own cheat code that increases comprehension and Chiba, Sato felt a surge of excitement.

Early in the morning, the young man made a simple breakfast and squeezed onto a crowded tram full of office workers, swaying and bumping, to arrive at the club.

This club is a gym-like place, not in the city center, but the rent isn't cheap either.

The boy took a deep breath in the training hall, which smelled slightly of sweat.

This is a new beginning for him.

He wants to become the protagonist as soon as possible, and he'll start here.

However, it's obviously too early to think about these things now.

Fortunately, he still had time.

Let's work hard and be down-to-earth!

Just as Sato suppressed his inner pride, a gentle voice quietly intervened.

"You must be Sato. Welcome. My name is Hiroyuki Sanada. Nice to meet you."

"Sanada-san, I have long admired your name."

Upon hearing this, the boy glanced at the sturdy and handsome young man before him, then humbly lowered his eyes.

He had also watched John Wick, but this young man didn't look like the character at all.

He looks more honest, younger, and stronger.

Just by looking at him, he is far superior to his "lord".

There are always people more capable than you.

We must not be careless.

"I don't have any famous name."

Thinking the other party was just being polite, Sanada waved his hand dismissively and took out a fitness data sheet.

"The teacher hasn't arrived yet, let's do the basic test first."

"You know what this is, right?"

Sanada pointed to the gym membership card that looked like an Excel spreadsheet and asked.

"Know."

A gym membership card is actually a form that shows the size of various muscles in your body.

Measuring your health once every week or two is an important indicator of your physical condition and also a source of motivation.

Most people cannot directly see their own body data.

It's also difficult to notice whether your muscles have actually grown, which reduces the motivation to make progress.

Besides showing the results of fitness training, this gym membership is also a source of motivation for the individual. By visualizing the subtle progress of their muscles, they are encouraged to keep going.

For Sato, this kind of incentive isn't necessary. He doesn't enjoy working out; rather, health is a prerequisite for making money, so money is the best incentive.

Even so, it is still very important to have a direct understanding of your own body.

"If you understand, it saves me the trouble."

"However, we have more testing items on our side."

Sanada gestured for Sato to look at the wrist strength meter and various other instruments placed not far away.

"Of course, this also includes practical training."

"...This is troublesome."

Seeing the other party's eager look, Sato roughly understood who his opponent in actual combat was.

Fighting was merely a means to an end for him.

He wasn't overly enthusiastic.

However, he can fight if necessary.

It's like doing it countless times in my mind.

Sato thought to himself, clenching his fists.

"No, I'm also very curious about how amazing someone is who's praised to the skies by the teacher."

Sato was speechless as he met Sanada's radiant smile.

The other person didn't seem entirely as honest and simple as they appeared.

A series of tests began.

However, as the test progressed, Sanada's brow furrowed more and more.

"That's strange..."

From any perspective, the teenager is only slightly better than the average person.

Of course, it's not bad for an actor.

However, for action actors, the difference is significant.

I'm not talking about doing acrobatics or anything like that, but you should at least have the corresponding physical abilities.

It's no wonder Sanada felt a sense of disparity.

After all, the teacher praised him so highly, and this is the result?

"Um... Sato..."

Looking at the boy in front of him, Sanada was about to suggest skipping the practical test when Chiba's voice interrupted.

"Sorry I'm late. Let's move on to the practical exercise."

After hearing the teacher's words, the two bowed slightly. Sanada hopped in front of the teacher, pointed at the data card, and looked troubled.

Although he didn't say it out of consideration for the boy's feelings, the meaning was still quite clear.

They're too weak; there's no point in fighting them.

"Ha ha."

Chiba gave Sanada a hearty pat on the shoulder.

"You'll see when you try it yourself."

"this......."

Sanada could give it a try, but he didn't understand why defeating the opponent was just a matter of one move.

Not only will they not learn anything, but they might also hurt Sato.

After all, his strength wasn't so great that he could prevent his opponent from getting hurt.

There's absolutely no need for that.

Are you afraid of getting hurt?

Without even asking, Chiba knew what Sanada was struggling with, and looked at the boy who hadn't said a word.

"I'm not afraid."

Sato shook his head decisively.

"Okay, let's begin."

"this......"

Sanada looked at the two serious-looking people in front of him, a helpless expression on his honest face. In the end, he compromised and said, "I won't be responsible if anything happens."