Ichiro opened the boxes, and once they were wide open, a small found its way on his face once he found out that everything he ordered had arrived.

  Azura curiously peeked inside the boxes and widened her eyes after seeing the items Ichiro ordered.

  Azumi curiously looked at the scene.

  Ichiro took out three sandbags and a large grayish-colored cauldron from the boxes.

  ''Sandbags and cauldron?'' Azura frowned and wondered what use they had.

  ''Yep.'' Ichiro put them on the floor and grabbed the last item from the boxes; it was a kicking bag.

  ''Well, I can see why you ordered that, but what use do sandbags and cauldron have?'' Azura still couldn't understand.

  ''You will see.'' Ichiro turned back to look at the two remaining boxes that were still closed.

  ''Mom, can you put them somewhere safe? They don't have use, currently.''

  Azumi nodded.

  Ichiro moved the kicking bag in his arms and put it on top of his shoulder.

  Once the kicking bag was properly on top of his shoulder, he grabbed the sandbags and cauldron and walked outside.

  Once he reached the tree, he lowered the items back to the ground.

  He tied up the kicking bag on one of the sturdy-looking branches, and once he was sure it wouldn't fall down, he went towards the sandbags and opened one of them.

  Azura curiously looked at Ichiro, who suddenly poured sand into the empty cauldron.

  A bigger frown appeared on her face.

  Once the sandbag was completely empty, the cauldron was already filled by 80%.

  ''Done.'' Ichiro threw the empty sandbag away and said, ''This is the training you will do from now on.''

  ''Training?'' Azura looked at the sand and wondered what she should do.

  ''Punch the sand.'' Ichiro said simply, ''We need to improve your hand conditioning.''

  ''Oh.'' Azura had slight understanding now but still wondered how hitting sand would increase her hand conditioning in any way.

  ''Try punching it,'' Ichiro instructed.

  Azura nodded and walked towards the cauldron.

  Once she was in front of it, she simply reeled in her fist and punched at the top layer of the sand.

  She thought her fist would go straight through, but it felt like she was punching a brick wall.

  ''Owww!'' She looked at her trembling hand with bloodstains around her knuckles, ''That hurts!''

  Ichiro nodded, ''It will. I punched at the sand until my knuckles started bleeding and sometimes until bones popped out.''

  Azura widened her eyes in shock, ''Why……?''

  ''I wanted to become strong.'' Ichiro walked towards the kicking bag and continued, ''There are no shortcuts to becoming stronger…''

  Azura nodded and firmly looked at the sand like it was her nemesis.

  Ichiro touched the kicking bag and muttered, ''Time to complete True Iron Style…''

  …
One Month Later.

  The front door of the Kurogami Residence opened, and a beautiful middle-aged woman exited the building.

  Azumi walked towards the mailbox while waving towards her neighbors, who were enjoying the warm weather in their front yards.

  She reached the mailbox and opened it casually.

  She grabbed the newspapers and bills, but then she saw something that shouldn't have been there.

  It was a letter.

  ''Hmm?'' She curiously took it away from the mailbox and widened her eyes in shock after seeing from who it was from.

  [Martial Arts Association]

  She dropped the newspapers and bills down to the ground.

  Azumi ripped the letter open and started reading the letter.

  ''Mr. Kurogami Ichiro. Your request for Martial Arts Rank Test has been approved. Twenty-four hours from now on, your rank test will be held in Irio's High School's Martial Arts Building.''

  Her eyes widened in shock, ''They actually approved…''

  She quickly grabbed the newspapers and bills in a hurry.

  Soon, she returned to the house and rushed straight towards the upstairs.

  Without even knocking, she stormed inside Ichiro's room.

  In front of the wooden desk, a handsome black-haired youth was sitting with a confident smile.

  In front of him, a notebook was lying on top of the notebook.

  ''Ichiro, a letter from Martial Arts Association arrived!'' She walked next to him and put it down on the desk.

  ''Hmm.'' Ichiro glanced at the letter and casually said, ''As expected.''

  ''Hmm?'' His mother looked confused.

  ''Heh, nothing, thanks.'' After finishing the delivery, Ichiro nodded at his mother, who left his room.

  He grabbed the letter and stored it inside the cabinet.

  ''Finally… I have finished.'' Ichiro took a deep breath and said, ''System.''

  The familiar sight of a holographic screen appeared in front of him.

  He went to the Inventory and grabbed his notebook from there.

  His Inventory was relatively empty compared to the previous times.

  A big reason was the lack of Healing Potions.

  He felt slightly unsafe because of the lack of Healing Potions, but he had been able to survive this far without them.

  The notebook he took was his previous one that was written when he was in an Enlightened state.

  He had managed to only read eight pages, unable to read the ninth one.

  At first, he thought he couldn't complete True Iron Style without the notebook, but he was mistaken; he managed to do it.

  He turned the pages all the way to the eighth page and saw familiar mind-blowing words.

  ''Hmm?'' Soon, a frown appeared on his face after seeing a glimpse at the eighth page, and he was certain that he saw words.

  Before, it was only blurry, unable to recognize anything.

  ''No way…'' He quickly turned pages and widened his eyes in shock.

  The ninth page became visible, and Ichiro managed to read it!

  ''Hah… No way.'' Once he finished reading, he started laughing.

  The ninth page showed the finalized version of True Iron Style, and it was utterly similar to his own.

  ''The enlightenment… Guided me?'' In front of him, two notebooks were wide open, and both of their pages looked identical.

  It was like… The lingering feeling of enlightenment somehow guided him to create the True Iron Style.

  In his notebook, all the techniques for True Iron Style were written down.

  First Direction of Attack: Iron Lance - Iron War - Iron Palm - Iron Kick - Iron Headbutt - Iron Dragon - Iron Predator - Ironing Ridge - Iron Lion - Ironical Destruction

  Second Direction of Defense: Iron Death, Fourth Move, Suicide - Iron Demon.

  Third Direction of Redirecting: Steel Edge - Iron Illusion.

  Fourth Direction of Movement: Iron Burst - Ironic Shift.

  Fifth Direction of Ultimatum: High Human - High Might.