I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

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"?"

Gen Tsukino replied with a question mark.

However, there was no further response from the other party, as if the message had been sent by customer service.

"What kind of behavior is this, killing without burying?"

Gen Tsukino lost interest in going out to play mahjong and went home to meditate cross-legged.

The sound of rain began to become clearer in his world, as if each raindrop, depending on its size, had become a different musical note, carrying a different color.

No one could see that under the rain-soaked night sky, countless invisible forces, like moths searching for a spark, converged on that window.

Gen Tsukino felt it very clearly.

His body, meridians, and blood began to be filled with a cold aura. It was a familiar feeling. The spiritual energy he absorbed was initially cold, like the indifferent gaze of every passerby on the road.

But before long, it will turn into a warm ocean current in his body.

However, Tsukino Gen soon sensed the difference in this meditation. It was as if he had fallen into a deeper world, into a more chaotic darkness. It was a feeling of his soul sinking, more pronounced than a roller coaster ride.

Soon, Tsukino Gen felt himself land.

It was all dark all around, as if it were a completely different world.

He couldn't sense any solid objects around him, and even felt that he wasn't a solid entity himself, but he still started walking, venturing alone into the darkness. He walked for an unknown amount of time, which felt like hours.

He had no intention of returning to his body and opening his eyes.

I just kept walking aimlessly, not knowing what I was looking for.

Until he seemed to have reached the edge.

It was a strange feeling. He groped along the edge of the solid object and soon discovered that it seemed to be a door that had been standing there at some unknown time.

The door wasn't cold and lonely; as he touched it, he seemed to sense something about to burst forth from within. It was a familiar warmth.

Faintly, it seemed as if a sound was coming from inside the door.

"Why are you doing this to me? I can apologize."

"Please let me wake up, please, please let me wake up!"

"I'm sorry, I really meant well. I just wanted to earn more money. Please don't show up again."

"I promise I will never do anything like that again."

He remembered.

On the first day that Tsukino Gen came into this world, he pushed open such a door, and then a warm current engulfed him.

There was no sound from inside the door at that time; it was as empty as a desolate wasteland.

After arriving at the orphanage, he remembered the martial arts manual in his mind.

This state must be related to my cultivation technique. Could this be the boundary of the third level? Does it mean I'm very close to breaking through?
Why did I go from the first floor to the second floor smoothly without any such feeling, but now it feels like a premonition?

He tried, but couldn't push the door open.

But those sounds gradually faded and then disappeared from my ears.

Soon, the surrounding darkness receded rapidly, and he could no longer touch the door. The light began to engulf the surrounding darkness, much like the time reversal technique often used in movies.

He opened his eyes and saw the lights on in the room.

I checked the time on my phone and realized that only half an hour had passed since I entered into meditation.

He stood up and stretched his body.

The sensations I just experienced were undoubtedly a result of practicing the Ultimate Formless Skill, and behind that door seemed to lie an even more immense and powerful force. Was this a signal that the next realm would bring even more significant changes?
But what are those sounds?

Is this confirming my initial suspicion that only by dealing with troublesome people like Yamazaki Jihei can I accelerate my training?

He didn't want to become someone who acted recklessly just because he was practicing martial arts. Although he was already acting quite recklessly now, becoming Batman didn't seem to have a good ending.

Besides, my current strength is not yet at the level of being invincible.

But at least now I've pointed myself in the right direction, and I won't have to feel guilty about dealing with it later. It seems I don't actually have that much of this stuff anyway.

After the rain, it was a sunny day again, making it seem as if people had completely forgotten about yesterday's torrential rain and strong winds.

The weather is like a sensitive young girl; yesterday she was furious with you and chased you away, but today she's all shy and cuddling you, wanting you to kiss her.

And now, Tsukino Gen is standing in front of a door.

Behind the door was a girl whose mood was even more unpredictable than the weather.

"Bang."

He simply opened the door.

In the familiar activity room 215, behind the curtains and the familiar sky, the girl nestled on the sofa looked up at him while holding her phone.

She frowned, her expression displeased.

"Don't you have any manners, opening the door so loudly?"

"Boom!"

Gen Tsukino slammed the door shut with an even louder voice, then strode over to Rin Asagiri with one hand in his pocket, looking like he didn't recognize anyone.

"Excuse me, I'm an orphan. I have no home, so where would I get any family education?"

The coldness on Asagiri Rin's face seemed even more pronounced.

"Snapped."

She placed a form on the table and then looked at Tsukino Gen.

"Since you've apologized, we'll give you a chance. You can join by filling out an application form."

When did I apologize?

Tsukino Gendo asked.

Asagiri Rin didn't even look up, coldly staring at her phone.

"You just said you were sorry."

"You really have the nerve to say that."

Gen Tsukino picked up a pen, quickly filled out the form, and handed it back to the other person.

Asagiri Rin glanced at the other person's handwriting, and it was still the same as she remembered, very beautiful handwriting, seemingly unchanged from the past to the present.

Then she casually tossed the form aside.

"Welcome to the Wasteful Life Club."

"Is this how you welcome us? At least get up and shake hands."

Tsukino Gen said.

Asagiri Rin glanced at him but made no attempt to stand up; she simply turned to the side, crossing one leg over the other. The black knee-high stockings looked exceptionally good on her legs, almost like a dish ready to be served.

Gen Tsukino pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, staring straight at her.

Rin Asagiri was originally going to pretend to ignore it and let him look, but wasn't this person looking a little too blatantly?
He keeps staring at you, doesn't he have anything else to do? Why don't you at least play on your phone for a bit?
"Snapped."

Finally, Asagiri Rin put down her phone, her cold gaze meeting that of Tsukino Gen.

"Does it look good?"

Gen Tsukino nodded. "She's prettier than you were when you were little, but not as cute."

These words startled Asagiri Rin for a moment, then turned into an even more chilling indifference.

"Don't talk to me about the past, we have no past."

Tsukino Gen didn't take the other person's words to heart, and instead comfortably leaned back in an ordinary chair that was much worse than hers.

Then he said, "Now that I'm a member of this club, when are you going to give me a new chair?"

Asagiri Rin scoffed, "Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy to sit in the same chair as me?"

Gen Tsukino nodded.

"Then I'll sit in your chair when you're not in this classroom."

Asagiri Rin looked over with icy eyes.

"you dare."

"Yeah, you know I definitely dare."

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Asagiri Rin truly knew that this boy was the best example of someone who feared nothing.

He might actually do that.

A look of disgust and pity crossed her face.

"You're still so hung up on it? You want to taste every chair I've ever sat in?"

The word "taste" sounds strange, and she doesn't seem quite right either.

However, Tsukino Gen ignored this and looked at her with a smile, "What do you mean by 'still thinking about it'? Aren't we forbidden from talking about the past?"

This man!

The girl, momentarily speechless at his words, clenched her fist, her pretty nails slightly stinging her palm.

She was silent for a moment.

"You've already joined, what are you doing here instead of leaving?"

Gen Tsukino's expression remained 'innocent'.

"Didn't you say you'd attend club activities on time? What are our club activities?"

"Wasting your life."

"So, you're saying that sitting here, looking at your phone, is a way of interpreting club activities? Because it's a waste of life?"

"You can understand that."

"Then it would be a waste of my life for me to just sit here and watch you, so I might as well do the same."

He suddenly became a bit difficult to deal with.

This wasn't what Asagiri Rin thought. In fact, she had warned herself countless times that it was better to forget the past and ignore what had happened. Just like in her first and second years of high school, she knew he was in the school, but she didn't go near him or show him any concern.

But why is it that I can't help it more now? Why did I send that message yesterday?

She regrets it a little now.

This person is so difficult to deal with.

"You really have absolutely nothing to do, don't you?"

She asked in an unfriendly tone.

Gen Tsukino nodded. "Not for now. Otherwise, why would I join this club called 'Wasting Life'?"

"Then I'll find you something to do."

She picked up her phone and stood up.

Her pleated skirt cascaded down, and her hair bounced for a moment before obediently settling onto her shoulder.

She was like a shadow that suddenly rose from the ground, back to the sunlight, covering the boy sitting in the chair. Yet, this shadow was somehow so alluring.

It's like a rose hidden in the darkness, full of thorns, yet blooming too brightly.

"what?"

Tsukino Gen, however, was not intimidated by her unfriendly demeanor. Instead, he seemed filled with curiosity, just like the children in the orphanage who were waiting to see what gifts the new volunteers would bring.

"Go and truly waste your life."

As she spoke, she walked around the table to the door, then turned to look at Tsukino Gen, who had not yet gotten up.

"What, you don't dare?"

Gen Tsukino stood up and shook his head. "I'm just afraid it'll be too simple and boring."

Is it interesting or a waste of life? No, she just wants to waste this boy's life, as long as she finds it interesting.

"It's funny."

With that, he led Tsukino Gen out of activity room 215.

As she strolled down the sunlit corridor, her black hair and the hem of her skirt were tinged with a beautiful golden hue.

Following behind, Tsukino Gen openly admired the girl who seemed to have stepped out of a manga.

Asagiri Rin could also feel his gaze. She was a little annoyed, but she didn't want to walk behind him even more. Walking next to him would seem even stranger, and the thought made her uneasy.

Until finally going upstairs.

Without saying a word, she opened a door that was bustling with activity inside.

The room fell silent instantly, perhaps because the door opened so suddenly, or perhaps because Asagiri Rin, who appeared behind the door, was too dazzling.

Her gaze fell on a pretty girl with medium-length hair, fair skin, and a gentle smile.

"Saionji, didn't you need a model? I've brought one for you."

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Good morning, oh ha yo.

Early risers are good babies, those who haven't gotten up yet are lazy babies.

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