When Erie realized that his system could analyze objects for him, he began looking on the wall for different fight styles he wanted to learn. However, a few fighting styles sounded good to him; he couldn't picture himself wrestling with ability users, especially ones that could control gravity.
All of the fighting styles were at the entry-level, designed by the school to suit the first-year students. But just because the fighting styles were at the entry-level did not mean that they couldn't advance on their own; as the students graduated the following year, the same fighting style they had chosen would move up in level, and the students would be taught more techniques.
Many fighting techniques exist, especially in different academies and even other beings. However, the academy didn't want to bombard the students with various techniques; they strategically chose multiple styles to fit each User and their abilities.
After looking for a moment, Erie found a technique that stood out to him. His system chimed in, and he stopped to analyze their fighting style.
"Bajiquan: Known as the eight-extremist fist."
"Entry-level fighting style."
"Agility: Plus, two."
"Strength: Plus, two."
"Stamina: Zero."
"Defense: Zero."
"Speed: Plus, 5 percent."
"This fighting style suits users; the User will evolve and evolve from it. Warning: No current fighting style or technique displayed will suit the skill 'Mystic Sun slash.'"
The man on the poster seemed agile. His feet were spread apart, and he held one fist by his face while the other was lower across his chest. Erie looked confused; he had more speed. This fighting style is suited to up-close confrontation. Erie passed on the fight technique. He didn't want to be an upfront person. He used his mind more than anything when he was fighting.
Erie walked over, and another notification displayed itself.
"Ninjutsu: Known as the art of stealth or the art of the ninja:
"Intermediate level fighting style."
"Agility: four."
"Strength: Zero."
"Stamina: One."
"Speed: Plus Three Percent."
"Fighting style compatible with the User. Would the User like to integrate fighting techniques into the system?"
"Yes."
"Downloading in progress: One Percent."
Erie has chosen the fighting still in just. He always wanted to be like a ninja; he always watched ninja movies and was intrigued by how they moved. He noticed a few variations in stat boost from fighting styles, but he put it off as the tetanizes would naturally protect certain areas of the body.
He notices that the system mentioned his speed giving is being boosted by three percent; according to his stats, three percent wouldn't be a huge boost, but he believes that when he gets stronger, it will give him a massive boost to his speed. He was already fast—just the thought of getting faster intrigued Erie.
Erie noticed no one else was standing around him; he was far off on the other end of the classroom; everyone was learning more about the favored fighting style. Erie didn't know what they were, but it seemed brutal.
As Erie solved the fighting style on his watch, a list of basic fighting techniques was displayed on his screen; while he was reading it, a deep voice startled him and caused him to jump.
"Interesting!" the voice yelled. "Why not choose one of the martial arts techniques like everyone else?" Gojo said.
Erie's eyebrows turned in, and his eyes narrowed as he turned around. When he saw the teacher, his eyes began to relax again.
"It's not the choice of many fighters here, especially with enhancement users; they like to be flashy and brute. But with ninjutsu, it requires strategy and speed."
Erie has already experienced fights; he's gotten into more fights than the average person, especially at the new academy that he was in. He noticed he thinks a lot while fighting, but the move sun slash required him to get up close to the fighter.
"I would like to learn this fighting style, sir."
"Hey, I'm your teacher, not your boss. I don't care what you learn. Just part your heart into it."
"Ninjutsu current download progression Five percent."
The download was moving slower than he thought it was. He wanted to check his new stat boost to see how soon the fighting style would apply to his stats, but the only thing he could see were different jitsu techniques.
"At least I can get a head start."
Erie didn't know how much time passed by; Gojo called everyone to the back and had him stand on the giant platform.
"Now, I definitely won't say I'm an expert in all these fighting styles," Gojo announced. "Some of you will even surpass me because I only have the basic knowledge of said technique." he looked in Erie's direction as he said these words. "But if you ask me, fighting could be considered a strategy or a game. You are always trying to predict the opponent's next move, and if you are good enough, you can set the opponent up for the next move."
As Gojo talked, he paced back and forth on the platform. He didn't want to stand still and talk because he knew most students had short attention spans.
"Now I want to see what you all got; we will have a sparring match. I want you all to choose a partner, and after you choose a partner, I'll call on your group, and you will go on the platform, and we will all watch you spar; no abilities allowed. any volunteers?"
A skinny boy with hair that stopped by his neck stepped on stage. He looked malnourished. He stepped on stage because no one wanted to pair with him, but he was more than willing to prove himself. He stood in the middle of the platform and held his arms as he looked back toward the students.
At first, everyone was taken aback by the boldness of the student, but it was short-lived as he heard laughter coming from the left side of the students; a boy with jet black hair that lay to the side; you could tell the difference in the students he looked well fed, and even the uniform seemed to be well kept. The confidence in the boy walking on stage shone through his smile.
"Ah! What a great match-up!" Gojo yelled. "Ragbus Dillard Versus Rollin Genius."
Gojo walked up between the two; he wasn't slow, though he knew exactly what was going on, so he made the two shake hands and bumped fists before he started the spar.
"Need I remind you all? Even though we are sparing, we are all here for the same goal: to prepare ourselves just in case another war starts. We must show good sportsmanship to our fellow colleagues, okay?"
The two shook hands and bumped fists and stood apart from each other.
"I'm not sure why you came up here so fast, you orphan, but you should've stayed in your hiding corner and let the real fighters fight."
Ragbus ignored the taunt and assumed his stance. He watched Rollin carefully, waiting for him to make a move.
Rollin hopped up and down on his toes. He shook his head and his toes, trying to lift himself before going in for an attack.
He rushed in at a fast speed, aiming for Ragbus's head. Ragbus calmly stepped to the side and pushed, rolling on the side of his ribs. He then kicked the back of his legs, and he healed the side of Rollin's knee as hard as he could. A cracking sound was heard.
As Rollin fell, screaming in pain, Gojo could tell that he wasn't finished. Before Ragbus could move, it felt like he was stepping on a solid platform, but nothing was there.
The moment moved fast. Suddenly, the students from the left side of the room stopped talking. Gojo knew it was going to be a quick fight, but he didn't know that Ragbus would be brutal. Usually, Abilities users relied too much on their ability, but it seemed like this certain boy already knew some basic combat techniques.
"Stop! Stop!" the boy screamed while holding his knee.
Gojo shook his head and walked up to the boy on the ground, signaling for someone to pick him up. A man walked up to the stage, placed his hand on the boy on the ground, and the boy vanished. He calmly walked back offstage and remained in his seat.
"Everyone," Gojo gathered the students' attention. "He will be okay. He was transported to the medical facility. He should be all healed up in an instant."
Ragbus stepped downstage and quickly returned to the classroom's right side. The pattern consists of a student from the left side of the room stepping on the stage as well as a student from the right. A few more fights took place for the ribbons, and the class levels didn't matter because it was solely based on fighting techniques, so the majority of the students in the classroom were even matched.
The next fight was Lilly. Gojo couldn't help but pay attention to her fight style: "Ahh, Baguazhang, Eight Trigram palm, what an interesting fighting style,"
Lilly was using her hand to knock strikes from hitting her weak points, and as soon as she opened, she used her palm to attack her opponent; she was the aggressor as she charged in, striking different regions on the boy's body. The boy was getting frustrated with the relentless attacks. He then held out his palm, and a gust of wind shot from it. The wind didn't touch Lily; it stopped like it hit an invisible wall. Gojo stepped in between the two.
"Now, didn't I say no ability, Jeffery?" he grabbed Jeffery by the head and smiled in his face. "It's rude to use an ability on a girl that's only just daring with you."
Gojo deemed Lilly as the winner against Jeffery. He looked around the classroom and smiled. "Now for you, Erie." he thought to himself.
"The next two, Erie Sun heart and Malik Malter, please step forward."
It was finally Erie's turn to fight.
He couldn't put a finger on it. He recognized Malik from somewhere, but now that Erie was able to fight without worrying about his opponent, using an ability was all he needed to see how far he had grown