7 Warning
Thursday and Friday passed by in the blink of an eye. The weather started to stabilize, but it was still way too hot for people to function at their peak.
During these past two days, Plato had upped the intensity of his training, and also extended it by an hour. He was able to calculate and achieve the optimal nutrient balance that he required, and thus had accelerated his growth. By now, his frame could no longer be called skinny. Although not well-built at the same time, at least people wouldn't call him a rack of bones anymore.
His strength had improved crazily, with his limit now being at 35 pushups. The tree that he had been consistently punching now had a deep fist imprint on its trunk, evidence of Plato's increased force.
Basara and Iwatani had invited him out for drinks on Thursday night, but he refused, quoting his tiredness as the reason. He could tell from "All-Seer" that they didn't mind, and just thought that Naofumi was stressed and studying harder for his final year in university.
Apart from that, the past two days had been uneventful for Plato. As such, he was able to commit to memory the code for the OS of his Samsung phone, and he had successfully replicated it. At the same time, he borrowed the iPhone of Iwatani, and memorized the OS code as well. With his Intelligence boost, he combined the two, making a custom OS. Unfortunately, there were no existing phones that supported custom OSes, and only supported base Android or iOS.
(A/N: I know that it's impossible for this to happen, but just treat it as possible since he has the Intelligence boost. Also kinda took the idea from VPnA)
Nevertheless, he had created a valuable asset that he could base his company off of. However, he had an engineering background, so he was more biased towards starting off with a parts production company, producing CPUs and the like, before branching out into software.
Today was Saturday, the start of the weekend. It also signified the last two days before classes started, so Plato was frantic in training. But suddenly, a thought dawned on him. His honours year was still just studying, and at most it would require him to write a thesis paper. If that was the case, then he would be perfectly fine with not attending class. Unknowingly, he had been affected by Naofumi's straight-A student mentality. For Naofumi, skipping class was as blasphemous to him as shouting "F*ck yourself, G*d" in Vatican City.
However, for Plato, who had the Intelligence boost, self-studying and acing all his courses was as easy as pie. What amused him was that many people did not attend classes for their own enjoyment, while Plato was doing it to train his body. In the end, while others where off enjoying themselves, Plato would be suffering no matter what decision he chose. But since this was the path he had decided upon, he would follow it to the end.
He reinvigorated and remotivated himself and began his training once again. To his surprise, he saw a group of people congregating around the place where he usually trained. He had just finished his run and was sweaty, do he didn't want to get close to other people. Leaving them to their own devices, Plato ignored them and started his training. Much to his chagrin, as soon as he started, he realized that these people had come to see him training!
While wondering why these people had so much time on their hands, he approached them and initiated a conversation in an attempt to get them to leave. As he got closer, he realized that they were all females. With "All-Seer", he could tell that they did not come with good intentions.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
"Ah, we heard from some friends that a handsome guy does training here everyday. We just wanted to get to know him."
The female who replied was 19 years old, and she batted her eyelashes coquettishly as she spoke. If it were the original Naofumi, he would not doubt get flustered. After all, he was the role model for virgin boys. Yet, this was Plato in control. He didn't even blink as he stared at her, completely unmoved by her flirtatious actions. As a soldier in his previous world, there was no way for him to fall in love with someone and start a family. At most, he would be able to visit a local brothel when mobilized. Even without his own experience, it was obvious that these flirtatious types were promiscuous.
Naturally, Plato was disgusted. He didn't have a virgin fetish, nor did he want to be the first love of his women. Heck, he was fine with one-night stands, unlike a certain Liu and a certain Yang who were full of machismo. It was the fact that this girl in front of him was in multiple relationships at the same time that made him disgusted. Plato's principles were simple. It was fine to change partners, as long as there was a proper break up. It went against his morals to have affairs. Of course, he had double standards, since he himself wanted a harem. But at least, he would only be able to get one if the women were willing. If not, he would have to give up. In any case, he didn't even have one female acquaintance that he was on good terms with, let alone a girlfriend.
He put these depressing thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the current situation. He wanted to train right now, but the girl in front of him was indirectly stopping him from doing so. He didn't want them looking on and spectating, since it would only serve to distract his attention. Plato used "All-Seer" to scan the other women in the group, and was relieved to find out that they were only along for the ride; to gawk at the novelty of a man training all day long.
With that knowledge in mind, he tried to sound as indifferent as possible, not wanting to let his frustration and annoyance seep into his voice.
"Ladies, I'm trying to train here, not perform a circus show. Please leave. If you insist on staying, I'll move myself to another venue."
Hearing that, most of the women present lost interest, and left shortly afterwards. The flirtatious one was probably the most sensitive, and had clearly recognized the rejection. Whether it was due to her now deflated ego or because she was genuinely disappointed, she left in quick strides. Just as Plato was about to turn back and resume his training, he noticed that there was still one person left on the field.
Doing a double take, he observed her face closely. She had extremely white skin, as if she were a vampire. It was not to the point of seeing the blue veins underneath her skin, though, and it could be considered a good thing in some cultures. She had sharp features which left a striking impression, as if her face had been carved from imperial jade by a master jeweler. Her black hair was tied up in a pony tail behind her head, and would have provided a good view of her nape had her back been facing Plato. Her proportions were perfectly conformed to modern standards, despite being dressed in baggy clothes. If Basara and Iwatani were here, they would exclaim, "Heavenly beauty!".
Alas, this supposedly goddess-level beauty was wasted, since Plato was the one observing her. His standards were old-fashioned, and he preferred darker women who were slightly more plump. He had no qualms with her bust and butt size, but her hips were too small for his liking.
The woman, as if sensing Plato's disappointment at her beauty and figure, furrowed her eyebrows and had a slight frown, making her look too cute to be human. While she hadn't expected Plato to fall for her just like that, she was left somewhat disappointed that her charm meant so little to him. She wanted to leave as soon as possible now, so she quickly blurted out several words.
"I've seen you training. The shadow of the Hattori style and Niten Ichi-ryu are present. I'm not sure where you learnt it from, but you will be in grave danger if you continue. Come to the Cummings Karate Dojo if you want to hear more."
Leaving behind this cryptic message, she disappeared with the wind, as if she was never there in the first place. Plato stared at the place where she was just now with an incredulous expression. 'How do you expect me to find you if you didn't even give me your name?'
Luckily, he had already scanned her with "All-Seer" when he was observing her. Her name was Ashikage Junko, no doubt the latest successor to the Ashikage clan. Plato was slightly surprised that the clan still existed, since they had been deposed by the Tokugawas after the Sengoku Period.
Also, it was only because Plato had confirmed that she meant no harm that he allowed her to speak her piece. If not, he would have lunged at her given the first opportunity. However, what she had told him was troubling indeed. Not only would it embroil him, it would definitely involve Basara and Iwatani.
Plato got more and more confused and worried the more he thought about it, so he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Soon after, he returned to training single-mindedly, ignoring everything else.
During these past two days, Plato had upped the intensity of his training, and also extended it by an hour. He was able to calculate and achieve the optimal nutrient balance that he required, and thus had accelerated his growth. By now, his frame could no longer be called skinny. Although not well-built at the same time, at least people wouldn't call him a rack of bones anymore.
His strength had improved crazily, with his limit now being at 35 pushups. The tree that he had been consistently punching now had a deep fist imprint on its trunk, evidence of Plato's increased force.
Basara and Iwatani had invited him out for drinks on Thursday night, but he refused, quoting his tiredness as the reason. He could tell from "All-Seer" that they didn't mind, and just thought that Naofumi was stressed and studying harder for his final year in university.
Apart from that, the past two days had been uneventful for Plato. As such, he was able to commit to memory the code for the OS of his Samsung phone, and he had successfully replicated it. At the same time, he borrowed the iPhone of Iwatani, and memorized the OS code as well. With his Intelligence boost, he combined the two, making a custom OS. Unfortunately, there were no existing phones that supported custom OSes, and only supported base Android or iOS.
(A/N: I know that it's impossible for this to happen, but just treat it as possible since he has the Intelligence boost. Also kinda took the idea from VPnA)
Nevertheless, he had created a valuable asset that he could base his company off of. However, he had an engineering background, so he was more biased towards starting off with a parts production company, producing CPUs and the like, before branching out into software.
Today was Saturday, the start of the weekend. It also signified the last two days before classes started, so Plato was frantic in training. But suddenly, a thought dawned on him. His honours year was still just studying, and at most it would require him to write a thesis paper. If that was the case, then he would be perfectly fine with not attending class. Unknowingly, he had been affected by Naofumi's straight-A student mentality. For Naofumi, skipping class was as blasphemous to him as shouting "F*ck yourself, G*d" in Vatican City.
However, for Plato, who had the Intelligence boost, self-studying and acing all his courses was as easy as pie. What amused him was that many people did not attend classes for their own enjoyment, while Plato was doing it to train his body. In the end, while others where off enjoying themselves, Plato would be suffering no matter what decision he chose. But since this was the path he had decided upon, he would follow it to the end.
He reinvigorated and remotivated himself and began his training once again. To his surprise, he saw a group of people congregating around the place where he usually trained. He had just finished his run and was sweaty, do he didn't want to get close to other people. Leaving them to their own devices, Plato ignored them and started his training. Much to his chagrin, as soon as he started, he realized that these people had come to see him training!
While wondering why these people had so much time on their hands, he approached them and initiated a conversation in an attempt to get them to leave. As he got closer, he realized that they were all females. With "All-Seer", he could tell that they did not come with good intentions.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
"Ah, we heard from some friends that a handsome guy does training here everyday. We just wanted to get to know him."
The female who replied was 19 years old, and she batted her eyelashes coquettishly as she spoke. If it were the original Naofumi, he would not doubt get flustered. After all, he was the role model for virgin boys. Yet, this was Plato in control. He didn't even blink as he stared at her, completely unmoved by her flirtatious actions. As a soldier in his previous world, there was no way for him to fall in love with someone and start a family. At most, he would be able to visit a local brothel when mobilized. Even without his own experience, it was obvious that these flirtatious types were promiscuous.
Naturally, Plato was disgusted. He didn't have a virgin fetish, nor did he want to be the first love of his women. Heck, he was fine with one-night stands, unlike a certain Liu and a certain Yang who were full of machismo. It was the fact that this girl in front of him was in multiple relationships at the same time that made him disgusted. Plato's principles were simple. It was fine to change partners, as long as there was a proper break up. It went against his morals to have affairs. Of course, he had double standards, since he himself wanted a harem. But at least, he would only be able to get one if the women were willing. If not, he would have to give up. In any case, he didn't even have one female acquaintance that he was on good terms with, let alone a girlfriend.
He put these depressing thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the current situation. He wanted to train right now, but the girl in front of him was indirectly stopping him from doing so. He didn't want them looking on and spectating, since it would only serve to distract his attention. Plato used "All-Seer" to scan the other women in the group, and was relieved to find out that they were only along for the ride; to gawk at the novelty of a man training all day long.
With that knowledge in mind, he tried to sound as indifferent as possible, not wanting to let his frustration and annoyance seep into his voice.
"Ladies, I'm trying to train here, not perform a circus show. Please leave. If you insist on staying, I'll move myself to another venue."
Hearing that, most of the women present lost interest, and left shortly afterwards. The flirtatious one was probably the most sensitive, and had clearly recognized the rejection. Whether it was due to her now deflated ego or because she was genuinely disappointed, she left in quick strides. Just as Plato was about to turn back and resume his training, he noticed that there was still one person left on the field.
Doing a double take, he observed her face closely. She had extremely white skin, as if she were a vampire. It was not to the point of seeing the blue veins underneath her skin, though, and it could be considered a good thing in some cultures. She had sharp features which left a striking impression, as if her face had been carved from imperial jade by a master jeweler. Her black hair was tied up in a pony tail behind her head, and would have provided a good view of her nape had her back been facing Plato. Her proportions were perfectly conformed to modern standards, despite being dressed in baggy clothes. If Basara and Iwatani were here, they would exclaim, "Heavenly beauty!".
Alas, this supposedly goddess-level beauty was wasted, since Plato was the one observing her. His standards were old-fashioned, and he preferred darker women who were slightly more plump. He had no qualms with her bust and butt size, but her hips were too small for his liking.
The woman, as if sensing Plato's disappointment at her beauty and figure, furrowed her eyebrows and had a slight frown, making her look too cute to be human. While she hadn't expected Plato to fall for her just like that, she was left somewhat disappointed that her charm meant so little to him. She wanted to leave as soon as possible now, so she quickly blurted out several words.
"I've seen you training. The shadow of the Hattori style and Niten Ichi-ryu are present. I'm not sure where you learnt it from, but you will be in grave danger if you continue. Come to the Cummings Karate Dojo if you want to hear more."
Leaving behind this cryptic message, she disappeared with the wind, as if she was never there in the first place. Plato stared at the place where she was just now with an incredulous expression. 'How do you expect me to find you if you didn't even give me your name?'
Luckily, he had already scanned her with "All-Seer" when he was observing her. Her name was Ashikage Junko, no doubt the latest successor to the Ashikage clan. Plato was slightly surprised that the clan still existed, since they had been deposed by the Tokugawas after the Sengoku Period.
Also, it was only because Plato had confirmed that she meant no harm that he allowed her to speak her piece. If not, he would have lunged at her given the first opportunity. However, what she had told him was troubling indeed. Not only would it embroil him, it would definitely involve Basara and Iwatani.
Plato got more and more confused and worried the more he thought about it, so he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Soon after, he returned to training single-mindedly, ignoring everything else.
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