Martial Arts System

Chapter 290: True Iron Style!

*Creak*

A door to Ichiro\'s room was opened, and lovely Azura came with a food carrier, which had a plate of smoking hot food, which smelled delicious, and a cup, which was filled with water.

She was wearing her casual outfit with her shiny and smooth hair tied in a ponytail and her outfit consisting of a pink t-shirt and tight sweatpants.

She closed the door with her leg and saw Ichiro sitting in front of a desk, with a notebook in front of him and a concentrated look on his handsome face.

She instantly thought that concentrated Ichiro looked hot, but she quickly shook her head and carefully walked towards the desk, careful of not spilling the water.

\'\'Hubby, food.\'\' She put the food carrier tray down on the desk.

\'\'Ah, just moment.\'\' Ichiro kept moving his pencil like it was possessed.

Azura curiously looked at the notebook and saw the first page being completely filled with stuff she couldn\'t completely understand.

\'\'What are you writing?\'\' She asked curiously and saw the title at the top of the page.

[Iron Style V2]

Ichiro didn\'t answer. Instead, he changed pages and started scribbling on the second page as well.

\'\'You are… Changing your style?\'\' Azura asked with a curious expression and saw Ichiro nodding slightly.

\'\'Why?\'\'

Ichiro stopped writing and glanced at the first page, \'\'I am not satisfied, and I have… A dream.\'\'

\'\'Dream?\'\' Azura looked surprised; she had never heard Ichiro talking about dreams.

\'\'My dream is to, of course, show everyone that my Style is strongest, but I have another dream.\'\' He looked straight at Azura with his beautiful grey eyes, which mesmerized Azura instantly.

\'\'Y-Your eyes.\'\'

\'\'My dream is to one day teach Iron Style… And it isn\'t possible currently; my Style is way too messy, with useless techniques I never use, and if I want to teach it one day… I need to make it simpler, but also powerful.\'\'

\'\'Won\'t that make your Style weaker?\'\' Azura asked, while her beautiful blue eyes still gazing at Ichiro\'s grey eyes.

Ichiro shook his head and turned back to look at the notebook, \'\'Basic Iron Style will teach basic versions of techniques, it is to let them get a taste of Iron Style and not force them to learn the techniques, which could possibly break their bones.\'\'

\'\'What is Basic Iron Style called?\'\' Azura asked.

\'\'What do you mean?\'\' Ichiro asked with a frown.

\'\'If you plan to teach the basic version first… It has to have unique name, so that true practitioners of Iron Style won\'t get mixed up with people who learn Basic version.\'\'

Ichiro looked at her\'s beautiful face and smiled, \'\'You are right.\'\' He turned his gaze back to the notebook while Azura stood behind him and looked at the notebook with a curious expression.

\'I would want to learn it too…\' She thought and looked at the side of Ichiro\'s face and wondered if he would be happy if she wanted to learn or not.

\'\'Basic version will be called…\'\' Ichiro closed his eyes and entered a dark void space.

In the dark void space, he heard hundreds of voices, but once he concentrated enough, he only heard one.

It was the same thing that happened when he was deciding what to call his style as. One day, he simply closed his eyes to rest after a long day of training.

And then… He heard a voice inside his mind.

\'Iron Style…\' The voice echoed, and that was the moment when his Style was named.

Now, a similar voice echoed in his mind, and a small smile crept on Ichiro\'s face as he opened his eyes and wrote on the notebook.

Azura curiously looked at the notebook and finally saw the name.

[Iron Style of Fundamentals]

After he was done writing, he heard another voice, which gave him an idea.

Iron Style will be what he teaches for everyone, once he has changed it to be less messy.

It will be called as…

[Iron Style of Core]

And then finally… Ichiro\'s own Iron Style, which is slightly different from the Iron Style he will teach others.

The Iron Style he uses will be a combination of the Steel Styles and, maybe in the future, stronger attacks.

But, he will also sort it out to be less messy and make it stronger than ever before!

But, his own Iron Style will be vastly different because he has the help of his System to master it to a whole new level.

Again, the voice echoed in his mind.

Ichiro smiled and wrote one more time.

[True Iron Style]

*Ding* *Ding*

[Iron Style (Mythical) -] True Iron Style (???)]

[True Iron Style (???): ???]

\'\'True Iron Style…?\'\' Azura tilted her head.

Ichiro nodded and closed the notebook, \'\'This was the first step… Whew.\'\' He put the notebook back on his cabinet and hid it behind all the items, he didn\'t care that Azura saw where he hid it, but he didn\'t want it to end in the wrong hands; that\'s why he hid it.

He has absolute trust in Azura, and even if she knew that notebook would be one of the greatest treasures in the future, she still wouldn\'t steal it or do any harm to it.

Ichiro stood up and grabbed her hand, which brought her out of her stupor.

She blinked and looked at Ichiro and his grey eyes, \'\'What is with your eyes?\'\' She asked the first thing that came to her mind.

\'\'Don\'t know, but do you like it?\'\' Ichiro ashed and pulled her closer till she was hugging his figure.

\'\'I do… B-But, how?\'\' She asked and thought it was weird for her to not notice his eyes before; it made her feel like she was a bad person and a bad girlfriend for not noticing it before.

Ichiro knew that her curiousness won\'t be easily subdued, but he had a way to get her distracted.

He saw her curiousness and about her interest in one of Iron Style\'s techniques, Iron Smash.

\'\'Azura…\'\'

\'\'Y-Yes?\'\'

Ichiro smiled and put his head closer until his nose touched her\'s, \'\'Do you want to learn Iron Style of Fundamentals?\'\'