Good news, on the first day after transferring to Tokyo, the system was bound.
Bad news, this system doesn't give you money or magical powers, it just accepts death.
[It is detected that the host is pretending to work hard, this training is invalid.
[It is recommended to move yourself less and move more.
Xia Chuanche looked at the interface and squeezed the cheapest bottle of mineral water in his hand until it deformed.
The family is in huge debt, his mother is lying in the hospital, and he still has to clean the floor in the kendo club with the title of a gloomy transfer student.
There is no other way but to fight to the death.
Swing the sword a thousand times and the posture is qualified.
[Swordsmanship proficiency +5, unlock basic sword drawing skills.
Go to bed on time and control your diet.
[Image correction value +10, improved posture, and enhanced youthfulness.
One month later, there will be an on-campus tryout.
The old commune member who laughed at him every day for not being able to hold a knife stably was struck by his knife and fell to his knees on the ground, unable to breathe for a long time.
There wasn't even a sound of coughing in the dojo.
Xia Chuanche put the bamboo knife back to his waist without even breaking a sweat.
"Who's next?"
Not only does he want to win, but he also wants to re-engrave his father's name, which was erased seventeen years ago, back into the history of kendo in Tokyo high schools, stroke by stroke.
