Second Volume – High School
Ichiro grabbed his bag and left the Terminal.
The cold air of Winterlight assaulted his body, he was wearing warm clothes, but it was still extremely cold.
He saw a few taxis parked on the side; he approached one and ordered a ride.
Ichiro was currently in the city of Coldland, the Capital of Winterlight.
There is a total of 4 High Schools in Winterlight.
High School of Fighting.
Public High School of Winter.
Private High School of Cold.
Secondary High School of Fighting.
Ichiro got accepted into the High School of Fighting. It is the strongest school in Winterlight. Past 30 years, they have won 6 Country Championships.
But recently, Summerlight, Daylight, and Nightlight have been doing better than Winterlight.
But the power level of countries is still extremely close.
Public High School of Winter is for those born in Winterlight but aren't that interested in fighting.
Private High School of Cold is for the rich. They have their own Martial Arts Club, but they aren't very competitive.
And lastly, Secondary High School of Fighting is for the people who didn't get accepted into the High School of Fighting.
They still have chances of joining the High School of Fighting if they prove themselves.
People changing schools isn't an unusual occurrence.
Ichiro managed to join the High School of Fighting with flying colors. When the Coach of the Martial Arts Club there saw his application, it didn't take long for him to be accepted. They even prioritized that the letter won't be lost in the mail; it would be a tragedy to lose someone of Ichiro's caliber.
The Taxi arrived at Ichiro's new High School.
Ichiro paid the driver and exited the car.
He could finally see the building.
It was massive.
There were at least 4 huge buildings with massive yards; he couldn't even see the end of it.
It was currently summer vacation, but still, the cold was freezing. Ichiro saw a few students walking; they are from the Dormitories, who didn't go back to their families for the summer.
The ground was filled with white snow, each step making crunching noises.
Ichiro started walking towards the Teacher's building; he had to register and get his key for his Dormitory.
His figure didn't catch as much attention as in Irio. He isn't well-known here after all, and he had a black-colored scarf covering half of his face.
Ichiro entered the building and went straight towards the Registration desk, where a young woman in her 20s was sitting.
"Excuse me, I am here to register." Ichiro said and took a stack of papers from his bag.
The woman stopped typing on the keyboard and took the stack of papers.
The first word in the paper shook her greatly.
[Kurogami Ichiro – S-Rank Recruit!]
She glanced at the young man in front of her with fascination.
S-Rank recruits are very rare. They only have 3 or 4 each year.
The young woman quickly signed the papers and grabbed a key that was reserved for S-Rankers.
S-Rankers will have their own rooms, but they will be in the same Dormitory as the rest.
"Here, and this is your class list." The young woman said politely.
Ichiro grabbed the keys and the paper, "Thank you." Ichiro said and left the building.
His thank you surprised the young woman.
Usually, S-Rank Recruits are very arrogant because that Rank means that they are top of the top. Every other student was below them.
Either that young man doesn't know how vital S-Rank actually is, or he simply isn't arrogant.
Maybe both.
Ichiro walked through the school's yard for a few kilometers until he finally reached the dorm building.
After entering the building, the cold air magically disappeared; it was like he had entered another dimension.
Ichiro quickly took off his jacket and scarf and ascended towards the first floor, reserved for first-year students.
He took another look at his key, and it showed number 3.
He looked at the corridor in front of him and saw most of the doors being open while most of the students talked with each other.
Only doors 1, 2, 3, and 4 were closed.
"You new?" Ichiro looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with short brown hair looking at him.
"Yes… I arrived today." Ichiro said.
The young man with brown hair nodded, "My name is Jordan." He put his hand forwards.
Ichiro dropped his back and shook his hand, "Ichiro."
Jordan nodded, "Well, Ichiro, where are you from?"
"Gensa," Ichiro replied.
Some of the students left their room to look at the newcomer.
Jordan pondered for a moment, "Gensa… Wait, isn't it the place where the rigging incident happened?!"
Ichiro chuckled, "That's the place.
Jordan nodded, "You are far from home."
Ichiro wryly smiled.
Jordan pointed towards the corridor, "This is our majestic lair. We will spend our next year here."
Ichiro nodded and waved his hand towards the others.
He received waves back.
Jordan pointed at himself, "I am Peak Martial Leader, and most of the students here are Peak as well, while the three Kings are at Martial Captain."
"Three Kings?" Ichiro raised an eyebrow.
Jordan chuckled and pointed towards 1, 2, and the 4th door, "The so-called S-Rankers, they don't hang out with us much, they spend most of their time training."
Ichiro nodded.
"There is supposed to be Fourth King, but he hasn't arrived yet." Jordan pointed towards 3rd door and said.
Ichiro looked at his key again and saw number 3 on it.
"You should find your room and unpack things; we were planning to visit the city soon; you should come with us."
Ichiro nodded, "Sounds good." He said and went towards the 3rd door.
"Eh..?" Jordan looked confused, but then his eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets after seeing Ichiro opening the door.
Ichiro looked at the room and saw it being quite fancy. A big bed with expensive-looking TV. Bathroom, Kitchen and a big closet. It was like a small apartment. He threw his bag to his bed and exited his room.
He saw Jordan's shocked face.
"I guess I am the so-called Fourth King." Ichiro awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
Jordan gulped and bowed, "I am sorry for disrespect."
Ichiro looked strangely at him, "Why are you being so polite all of a sudden?"
"Well… You are King…" Jordan started stuttering while his forehead was drenched with sweat.
Ichiro pondered for a moment, 'I guess the King's are quite an unreasonable bunch.'
Ichiro patted his shoulder, "I am not like other Kings; you can speak normally with me."
"R-Really?" Jordan asked with widened eyes.
Ichiro nodded.
Jordan sighed in relief, "A-Alright then, we were planning to visit the city, wanna come with us?"
"Sure." Ichiro nodded.
Jordan and a dozen other students in the Dormitory started wearing their winter clothes; Ichiro followed them and left the dorm building.
The cold air instantly assaulted them after they left the building.
Since Jordan's and others' nervousness left after Ichiro was proven to be more of a chill type, they became more talkative.
"This is our majestic Winterlight, 365 days of nothing but snow and frozen balls," Jordan said.
Ichiro chuckled and, with a slight smile, looked around him.
In Irio, it never snowed; this was a relatively new experience to see this much snow.
He, of course, saw snow in his previous life, but never this much.
In Ichiro's opinion, the winter looked much more beautiful than summer.
Ichiro followed behind the others as they reached a huge Mall.
They ignored all of it and entered a place called [Martial Arts Games]
Ichiro looked curious and looked around the massive room, which had dozens of games.
"Ichiro, beat this record!" Jordan said and pointed at the punching game.
"Hmm?" Ichiro looked at the Record, which showed [1st – 8867 – IAmTheBest]
"This arrogant bastard named himself IAmTheBest; I have waited for so long for someone to beat him," Jordan said with slight anger.
Ichiro chuckled, "Is that score high?"
Jordan nodded, "Look at the second record."
[2nd – 6969 – HonestyIsVirtue]
"Nice." Ichiro nodded, "It seems to be quite a good record. Maybe someone in Martial General rank did this?"
Jordan shook his head, "The special thing about this game is that it doesn't matter what your rank is. The points are determined how much stronger attack you can make than others in the same rank as you."
Ichiro nodded, "Let me try."
"Nice!" Jordan shouted, "Guys, come!" He called towards his other friends.
Their group of friends surrounded Ichiro and looked at him do his magic.
Ichiro first put his name as [KurogamIchiro] and stepped backward.
Ichiro cracked his neck and his knuckles.
He put his left fist forwards and put his right fist next to his waist.
He lowered his waist and took a deep breath.
[Ironical Destruction!]
*BAM*
Ichiro's punch contacted with the punching bag, which made the whole room shake.
"Holy!" Jordan almost fell down; they all looked at the score, which was rapidly rising.
[4457…]
[6245…]
[7688…]
[8668…]
[9921…]
[10034…]
[NEW RECORD]
[1st – 12321 – KurogamIchiro!]
[2nd – 8867 – IAmTheBest]
[3rd – 6969 – HonestyIsVirtue]
