Real teaching, but diary flow

What it says it is, that is what it is.

However, the props won't show you all their effects in detail before you try them out yourself.

You'll need to explore the usage methods and precautions yourself.

Well, the problem is coming.

What exactly is a 'goal'? And what about 'persistent struggle'?

If my goal is to unlock the genetic lock and break the limiter, will it distort my thoughts to change my goal, or will it pretend nothing happened and have no effect at all?

If my goal requires a lifetime to achieve, will it lock me into the second half of my life, or will it remind me not to set such a goal?

The effect is too blurry.

Chapter 69 Slept enough, ate enough, and then—

The situation was so vague that Asakusa Toru was somewhat worried.

Although in principle he shouldn't have to worry too much about the rewards from the diary, he could just use them and be done with it.

However, he still had reservations about such a prop that could potentially distort his own nature.

Even if it is to be used, it should be done under the condition that all restrictions are met.

Moreover, it must be used with extreme care each time.

This is the first time such a prop has appeared as a reward.

No, not entirely. For example, the calming popsicles had a similar effect on mood.

However, the two cannot be confused.

After hesitating for a moment, Asakusa Tetsu still tried to tie it to his forehead.

Although I said before that I would let it gather dust, it's really not good not to try out the reward I got.

This was the first time he had received a B rating item.

Gotta try.

I casually pulled out my personal terminal from the bedside table, noted the current time, set an alarm for three minutes later, and then turned on the stopwatch.

Put down the terminal.

Then, Asakusa Toru softly stated his goal:

"My goal is to get a good night's sleep in three minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Asakusa Tetsu felt a slight sense of restraint. Immediately afterward, he decisively turned off the light and pulled up the sheet.

The eyelids were forcibly closed and pulled upwards.

Pitch black, quiet, peaceful.

Immediately afterwards, consciousness quietly sank.

"..." He woke up.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep—" The deadly alarm clock rang the moment after he suddenly woke up, and then his body involuntarily grabbed the terminal and decisively turned off the alarm.

Then, she lay down again and closed her eyes.

With a slow, steady breathing and a sudden loss of consciousness, the power button was pressed.

When Asakusa Tetsu opened his eyes again, the headscarf on his head naturally slipped off.

The feeling of confinement disappeared, and the sunlight outside the window shone faintly through the window.

He did fall asleep, and the alarm clock that was supposed to interrupt his sleep was turned off beforehand.

But it's hard to say that it was a good sleep for Toru Asakusa.

The criteria for judging whether someone is "sleeping well" do not seem to be determined based on their psychology.

That......

His sluggish thoughts, still sharp from just waking up, began to stir under the sunlight, and Asakusa Toru once again put on his headscarf.

"My goal is to master the rotation of the magnetic field within one minute," he said, stating his objective.

But this time, the feeling of being restrained did not come; the headscarf tied to her head slid down in an instant.

The goal was not set successfully.

Is it because it's impossible to achieve?

Or......

"Your current 'determination' is insufficient to achieve the set goals." The cold voice answered his question.

'determination'.

Words that are not difficult to understand.

Determination is the driving force that transforms willpower into action and moves steadfastly toward a goal.

but......

"If I had that kind of determination, what would I need you for?" Asakusa Tetsu frowned.

If someone is truly determined, they will do it without being restricted by a headscarf, so what need is there for you?

Invite laughter.

He will do what he is truly determined to do, no matter how many times he has to do it again.

What's the point of doing something if you don't have the determination?

Of course, this is not absolute.

If Toru Asakusa is someone who experiences intermittent bursts of ambition, then this thing would be extremely useful.

Lock in every surge of determination and channel it all into a fixed goal. Give yourself a good whack and push yourself to get to work.

Unfortunately he is not.

However... thinking about it carefully, it's not entirely useless.

A sunny morning will invigorate the body and enrich both physical and mental needs.

He put away his resolute headscarf, paused the stopwatch, casually threw on a coat, and left the dormitory.

The time is now 6:00 AM, and the total time on the stopwatch has stopped at 6 hours and 15 minutes.

Although it's a bit early, he can have breakfast now.

As is often said, humans have three basic physiological needs.

Sleepiness, appetite, and...

He's had enough sleep now.

Appetite can be satisfied quickly.

and so.

When desire rises, the 'determination' of the resolute headscarf will become abundant.

It's time to achieve the goal that's been delayed for a month.

The white gym is now open!

......

A clear tactile sensation came from my palm, and my fingertips gently rubbed it, as if I were facing a flawless work of art, repeatedly reshaping it into my favorite shape.

A slight resistance, like a coquettish gesture, perfectly replicates the reaction that wets the fingertips.

A bright red headscarf fluttered high in the wind, and Asakusa Tetsu wore a satisfied expression.

A young girl is probably something like this.

No matter how much you train your body or hone your skills, you will still have an incredibly flexible side.

The sweet spices are mixed with a lot of sugar, gradually producing an incredibly sticky taste.

The syrup sticks together in the fingertips, forming transparent, blurry threads. If you coil it up a little more, a beautiful marshmallow will take shape in your hand.

Don't misunderstand, Toru Asakusa is just playing with white sugar.

He has achieved his goal.

The time spent was no more than one hour.

Surprisingly efficient.

Is it the effect of being able to focus without distractions? Or does the headband truly possess such magical power?

When determination reaches a certain level, efficiency begins to increase exponentially.

The brain operates efficiently, and the body moves nimbly in its depiction.

Most importantly, the white gym provides a boost to its registered members.

His thinking was clearer than ever before, and his ability to mimic Tianze Yixia's movements was faster than ever in the past month.

Although his already significantly improved physical abilities haven't reached their limit, they are already enough to keep him from falling behind the girl in front of him.

As mentioned before, although Tianze Yixia will relentlessly attack him, this attack cannot be resolved by simply memorizing the board.

The attack itself is a form of instruction. Once he has mastered the power generation posture and techniques of the movement, the girl in front of him will suddenly change her posture and adopt a different set of techniques.

Actually, Asakusa Tetsu has always been curious. If the space in the gym is reset when he is knocked down, then if Amasawa Ichika is knocked down, will he graduate early, or will he be able to do whatever he wants?

He had been unable to verify his conjecture.

but now.

He's ready.

The headscarf on his forehead slowly slid off. The headscarf, which he had brought in in a way that mirrored his real-world state, had completed its mission. Asakusa Tetsu no longer maintained the posture of the girl who seemed to be suppressed at any moment, but instead gave her a complete defeat.

As a result, the sweet scent vanished, the delicate body disappeared from the spot, and Asakusa Tetsu's state was refreshed to its complete form.

"Wow--"

Chapter 70: If you don't know, then don't use mugwort!

Accompanied by an incredibly loud sound, three doors suddenly appeared on the pure white wall.

The door to the left was completely open, and you could vaguely see the door behind which was the door of a familiar girl.

To the right is a locked door, covered with thick black paint, completely obscuring what should have been a large glass door.

In the middle is a door that seems to have originally been bound by chains.

The sound just now seemed to be the sound of chains falling to the ground.

Returning our gaze to the central doorway, as if stirred by a gentle breeze, the doorway slowly opened a crack in front of Asakusa Tetsu.

Looking through the door, Asakusa Toru was surprised to find that the girl inside was not another pretty and cute girl.

Instead, it was a middle-aged man with black hair and black clothes?

"...Who else could it be but you?" Asakusa Tetsu couldn't help but retort, looking at the man in front of him whom he didn't recognize at all.

No way, you beat up a pretty girl and this is what you give me?

Asakusa Tetsu didn't expect his question to get a response; he had just made a casual remark.

But as if in response to his question, an unexpected sound came from not far away.

"Smack Dian." Amazu Ichika, still expressionless, stood calmly before the open door and softly answered Asakusa Tetsu's question: "So, you could say he's the instructor of the White Room?"

Her voice was soft, her expression was calm, and her appearance was very natural.

But Asakusa Tetsu was stunned.

"...?"

No, huh? Wait a minute?

Asakusa Tetsu opened his eyes wide: