The Absolute Speed of a Certain Comic'

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"Junior Brother, the student council is very busy with the new school year approaching. I'll be leaving now, but if you need anything, you can contact me through the student handbook."

His senior sister said as she hurriedly left the dormitory.

Although she seemed to say, "I'll finish up when I get back," Ryoji looked around and the room was already tidy and organized.

"It's completely fine now."

Ryoji scratched the back of his head and shrugged nonchalantly.

Unlike Senior Sister's obsessive-compulsive cleaning habits, Ryoji was the typical otaku type - he didn't care too much about keeping things neat, as long as it wasn't a mess, that was good enough for him.

He opened the closet and took out the sports uniform that Senior Sister had just put away, changing out of his casual clothes.

His body was different from most men's - tall and lean with long limbs, almost no visible muscle mass, and a fair complexion that looked flawless. Although his body was a perfect display of proportions, like a sculpted figure, it still gave off a somewhat fragile impression.

After changing into loose black sports clothes, Ryoji left the dormitory and locked the door behind him.

"Damn, I don't have the key!"

It was only after he had locked the door that he realized.

Senior Sister had been in such a hurry that she forgot to give him the key.

"Oh well, I'll just stop by the student council when I get back."

Ryoji shook his head and jogged out of the dormitory.

Hagun Academy had about twenty arenas, more than a dozen classrooms and dormitories, several open-air plazas and dense forests that made the academy look huge, almost like a secluded suburb.

After leaving the dormitory, Ryoji made his way to the main entrance of the academy.

He had noticed the previous day that the main entrance had a steep uphill road that stretched for about a kilometer - perfect for physical training.

Although it may seem a bit boastful, he had been exercising his body every day since he became conscious, regardless of the weather, without fail, even when he was sick with a high fever.

When he was younger, his internal organs were extremely weak, so he could only exercise in bed. But as soon as he was able to get out of bed last year, he started training outdoors. His master used various connections to get him training equipment, professional doctors, and trainers to guide him.

Because of his relentless dedication to training, he was able to restore his body to normal human physical fitness.

Some might think this sounds far-fetched, but this was an extraordinary world where doctors with special abilities were not rare. At the peak of their abilities, they could truly perform miracles, even bringing the dead back to life. People like him, who were born physically weak, weren't the only ones.

In fact, he knew a remarkable doctor- one who could control the human body down to the cellular level. Her medical skills were considered the best in Japan and among the top three in the world.

And she was Ryoji's current doctor.

However, normal human-level physical fitness was still not enough.

In the world of Blazers, true experts never had any weaknesses, as any weakness could lead to a disastrous defeat.

Therefore, improving his physical fitness was something he would have to overcome sooner or later. In addition, in order to fully unleash the innate abilities of his sword technique and his ''Blazer Ability'', he needed to improve his physical fitness.

Furthermore

Aside from his physical fitness, there was nothing else he could train.

In this world, ''Magic Power'' was innate and could not be increased by training. At birth, one's Magic Power was F-rank, and it would remain F-rank for the rest of one's life.

It was simply the rule of this world.

In other words, no matter how much Ryoji trained, his limited magic power would never increase. He could only concentrate on training his body.

But at least he had a very strong ''Blazer Ability'' and a great teacher and elder sister.

Compared to certain people, he could be considered quite lucky.

"Hu... hu..."

As he jogged towards the main entrance, Ryoji began to pant. His chest heaved with every breath, but he refused to stop. He wanted to push forward and head straight for the uphill path.

This level of panting was nothing unusual for him.

It was still early morning. 

The air retained a slight chill of early spring, the coolness a sharp stimulation as it circulated through his lungs.

The school gate was empty-

No, that wasn't quite right.

A figure was standing in the corner near the school gate, doing warm-up exercises to awaken his slumbering body.

It seemed that he had heard the sound of panting approaching as he straightened up and turned around, his gaze falling on Ryoji in surprise.

The person was a well-built young man, about the same height as Ryoji, but with much more defined muscle lines that clearly indicated regular physical training. His stamina was undoubtedly far superior to Ryoji's.

He appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with black hair and dark eyes typical of an East Asian. He was wearing a black T-shirt.

Although his features were soft and his expression gentle, giving him an approachable air, there was an undeniable sharpness to him.

The two quickly made eye contact.

At that moment, they both sensed a similar aura from the other - a sharpness forged through relentless training.

Their eyes met briefly before they quickly looked away.

Ryoji kept his pace and dashed through the gate. After a turn, he entered the incline and disappeared from the sight of the other young man.

"Are there others in this academy like me, training their bodies... at this time before the school year even begins?"

The black-haired young man looked slightly surprised, then suddenly realized.

"He must be a new student this year."

The sharp, hidden aura of the other person was something he was all too familiar with.

He jumped twice and a competitive glint flashed across his face.

In this academy, meeting like-minded people was a rare occurrence. Unconsciously, his fighting instincts stirred and he felt a sense of anticipation.

Instead of continuing his warm-up, he used his body like a slingshot and shot forward at an incredible speed, suddenly charging into the slope and chasing after the figure in front of him.

......

Twenty minutes later.

Exhausted like a dying dog, Ryoji returned to the school gate, panting heavily.

His chest was heaving violently, his mouth full of a rusty taste, his eyes were unfocused, his legs were wobbling like jelly, and sweat drenched his sportswear.

But he held on, refusing to collapse, stepping in place to gradually slow down his muscles to avoid soreness the next day.

"Sorry, I didn't expect your stamina to be this bad..."

The black-haired young man caught up with him, also returning to the school gate.

But unlike the nearly exhausted Ryoji, he was only panting lightly, looking as if running five kilometers was nothing to him.

With an apologetic expression, he sincerely apologized to Ryoji.

However, his words were rather angry, making Ryoji's eye twitch.

"...It's not...your...fault...hū hū, it's...me being...stupid, being...hū hū...provoked by you..."

"But if I hadn't provoked you, this wouldn't have happened. Sorry, seeing a like-minded person, I got a little carried away."

"Thank you. I'm an advocate of pure love, not NTR stuff."

"???"

(End of this chapter)