Chapter 11: Akira's Suspicions
POV Narrator
After the brief confrontation with the fake Ichigo, once the bell finally rang to mark the end of classes, Akira didn't waste a second. He stood up, gathered his things, and left the classroom without saying a word. He had no reason to stay any longer than necessary.
Besides, he knew Rukia perfectly well… she would probably try to erase his memory with that ridiculous Gotei 13 technology, and honestly, he had no intention of letting anyone mess with his brain.
Once home, Akira dropped heavily onto the couch, arms spread wide as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
"I'd like to get that class-change mission already… but for that, I need to reach a certain level in the system. I'm only level 22," he muttered aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
His options were… limited.
He could hunt hollows, sure, but there was a problem: the shinigami. If hollows started disappearing without a trace, it would raise suspicion. He couldn't just go around hunting freely without drawing the attention of the Soul Society.
He let out a long sigh, feeling the frustration build up in his chest.
"I'm really pretty limited right now."
The only thing he could do was wait until the system granted him another dungeon key. That way, he could clear it completely and squeeze every bit of experience out of it without raising any alarms.
With a resigned motion, he closed the system screen with a quick flick of his hand.
"Damn it, I need to level up as soon as possible…"
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The next day…
As usual, Akira woke up early—before the sun had even finished stretching across the sky. He put on his training clothes, did a few stretches, and stepped outside.
It was time to complete his daily system mission—or as he liked to call it: The Saitama Workout.
Of course, there was one very important difference… Akira hadn't gone bald. In fact, quite the opposite—he'd only gotten more handsome. His body was toned, strong, and agile, but without losing that attractive charm that was starting to catch the attention of passersby.
Thanks to his constant training—and more importantly, the blessed physical restriction he had chosen—he could now complete his daily routines with ease. A far cry from the early days, when he thought his intestines were going to rebel and go out for a walk on their own.
"Heh, I guess I got carried away this time… I did more reps than the system asked for," he said with a faint smile, collapsing onto a park bench, panting lightly from the effort.
But when he opened the system interface, he raised an eyebrow at the numbers that appeared before him.
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[Push-ups: 120 / 100]
[Sit-ups: 120 / 100]
[Squats: 120 / 100]
[Running: 12 km / 10 km]
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"Oh? Could it be…?" A mischievous grin spread across his face as he stood up, energy returning to his body. "There's only one way to confirm my suspicions…"
Without a second thought, he dropped to the grass and started doing more push-ups. If his theory was right… then he was about to find a way to level up much faster. And that thought thrilled him.
The birds were chirping, the sun was starting to warm the air, but Akira had only one thing on his mind: breaking the system through sheer effort and determination.
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After several minutes of relentless training, Akira stopped and reopened the system window. What he saw made him frown… but in a good way.
[Push-ups: 200 / 100]
[Sit-ups: 200 / 100]
[Squats: 200 / 100]
[Running: 20 km / 10 km]
"It stopped at double… I hope this is what I think it is," he murmured, crossing his arms as he studied the interface. "Because if it is, this could be very useful…"
Just then, the text of the daily mission began to tremble and distort, as if the interface itself were glitching out. Akira narrowed his eyes, intrigued.
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End of Chapter