The young man fighting Yusei also realized this situation. He felt humiliated, and shame and anger involuntarily surfaced on his face.
Seeing his opponent's increasingly frenzied and disordered moves, Kazami couldn't help but wryly smile.
'Let the world be my witness, I wasn't toying with this guy.'
The middle-aged dojo master watching from the side had a grim expression. Seeing his prized disciple's techniques being learned yet again by the opponent, he couldn't help but shout to stop it.
"Enough! Admit defeat!"
"Shisou, but..." The young man wanted to say something but was ruthlessly cut off by his teacher.
"No 'buts'! Losing is losing."
Under his teacher's scolding, the young man helplessly lowered his hands. Clearly, he had conceded.
The middle-aged dojo master's face wasn't looking good. After all, it was his own disciple who had not only been 'toyed with' by the opponent but now seemed to have had his martial spirit damaged.
He then looked towards the old man from earlier, but when he turned his head, he was stunned to find that the old man, who had been watching the match moments before, had disappeared without a trace.
And Yusei also took advantage of their attention being elsewhere to quickly slip away, as if his feet were oiled.
...
Outside the mall building, Yusei breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding.
He had perfectly copied all of his opponent's moves and techniques, but he couldn't copy physical stamina.
Compared to a regularly trained Karate student, his own otaku-like body just couldn't keep up.
'I can put techniques aside for now, I can learn and use them on the spot during fights. But I need to improve my physical stamina quickly.'
After thinking about what he needed to focus on improving in the future, Yusei considered today's dojo exploration trip over.
It had to be said, he was somewhat disappointed with these dojos.
Changing direction, Yusei decided to head straight home now. Even though it was still early, he had nothing else to do, so he might as well go home and spend time with Shiro.
Come to think of it, bonding with his Imouto was indeed an important matter.
But just as Yusei was about to head to the station to take the train home, a broad hand landed on his shoulder.
The force of it actually made Yusei's shoulder feel numb and sore.
"Haha, young man, we meet again! What a coincidence!"
A hearty laugh sounded, and Yusei immediately found it very familiar.
When he saw it was the old man from earlier, his face instantly darkened.
"Old man, what did you mean by setting me up earlier?"
Yusei was very blunt, asking the old man irritably.
"I noticed you seemed to be looking for a dojo to train at?"
The kimono-clad old man chuckled, as if he didn't see Yusei's displeasure.
"Oh? After being so strong earlier, do I still need to find a dojo?"
Kazami Yusei raised an eyebrow. He had indeed wanted to find a dojo earlier, but now, improving his stamina was the real priority.
"Strong? I think you're not strong. How about it? Why not come back to my dojo and spar a bit?"
The kimono-clad old man chuckled, his gaze quite provocative.
"No. There are so many human traffickers these days. What fool would follow a stranger around?" Yusei felt speechless.
He then headed towards the train station without looking back. Leaving aside whether this old man was a trafficker or not, just hearing it involved a troublesome match made him not want to go.
Earlier, he was just testing the Sharingan's application in actual combat. The test was over, so of course, there was no reason to fight again.
But the moment he turned away, the system suddenly spoke up! The system that had been silent since delivering the newbie gift pack spoke up!
[Mission Triggered: Sparring Match.]
[Mission Introduction: Even in a slice-of-life world without superpowers, powerful martial prowess is needed to protect oneself. Having the Sharingan does not make you invincible. You need greater strength and more combat methods.]
[Mission Requirement: Accept the sparring invitation from the kimono-clad old man before you. Win or lose does not matter.]
[Mission Reward: ???]
'A mission?'
Yusei froze on the spot, then sharply turned to look at the old man behind him.
"Let's go! Where's your dojo? Let's spar!"
He didn't even realize it himself, but he might have been a bit excited.
This was his first system mission. It was like opening a big gift pack… you never knew what you would get.
Right now, besides the sense of accomplishment from completing the mission, Yusei also felt anticipation for the mission reward.