''Soul...'' Ichiro murmured and took a deep look at the spear, which seemed to be more... beautiful than before.

When he was concentrating, he could know what spear was desiring and currently... It was wishing to get stronger.

''Stronger... Me too...'' Ichiro raised the spear and did a small horizontal slash and instantly widened his shock in awe, pain, and shock.

When he was slashing, it was like the spear sucked all the strength from his arm to do as strong slash as possible. Doing a weak slash was out of the question because the spear's pride couldn't afford to be weak!

Ichiro's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the spear. If he was done even a little bit stronger slash, he is afraid that his body can't handle it.

Veins popped up in his muscular arms, and they were screaming in pain as the spear used every strength available in Ichiro's body to send that terrifying slash.

The slash, however, didn't destroy anything. In the eyes of Azura, it looked like an ordinary slash, but Ichiro is more than aware that the slash could have perhaps killed the Half-Step Deadly Step in a single strike!

'I can't use this...' Ichiro thought with a sweaty face, and it was like Spearless could hear his thoughts because it became angry.

Ichiro heard its desire to get stronger, but to do that, he needs to get stronger first.

''Is everything alright?'' Suddenly, Azura appeared next to him and asked after finding out something was wrong.

Ichiro nodded shakily and uttered all his strength to put the spear down. Once his hand stopped touching the shaft of Spearless, he felt his strength returning slowly, but his right arm will be very weak for a few days at least.

He wiped his sweat, but then he felt a soft towel wiping his sweat.

He looked at Azura, who was carefully wiping his sweat.

''What did you guys do?'' Ichiro asked while trying to hide his pain coming from getting his strength sucked away.

Azura shrugged and replied, ''Shopping, but half of the time, we were getting followed by a crowd of paparazzi.''

''I would have thought that Abyss would send them flying,'' Ichiro said.

Azura giggled and shook her head, ''In the end... Daddy is a popular individual and celebrity. He isn't allowed to attack civilians, or he might be classified as Rankless One.''

Ichiro nodded, but then he remembered the Guards, who got absolutely destroyed and humiliated by him.

He shrugged and was sure that Abyss destroyed every evidence that he even touched them.

Soon, Azura was done wiping his sweat, ''Done!'' She said cheerfully.

''Thanks.'' Ichiro took another look at the spear and said, ''Azura, shall we go out as well?''

''Hmm?'' Azura's eyes sparkled as she replied with enthusiasm, ''Yes!''

''Go get ready, let's meet up in the living room in half an hour,'' Ichiro said with a small smile.

Azura did a quick peck on his cheek and ran out of the smithy to get ready.

After she left. Ichiro cracked his knuckles and looked at the spear.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the shaft with a strong grip and almost instantly felt his strength getting sucked inside the spear.

''Grr...'' Ichiro gritted his teeth and picked the spear up and threw it inside Inventory.

*Thud*

He fell down on his knees with rough breathing, ''Huff... Huff... I-I can't use the spear as Martial Commander nor Martial General... I need to reach Martial King.'' He rubbed his forehead and felt things becoming more difficult.

With the help of the anvil, he stood up and groggily closed the forge.

After the fire had died down. He left the smithy and went straight towards his room to prepare.

Inside his room, he grabbed a three-piece suit from the wardrobe and put it down on the bed.

The jacket was on the color of black, while the waistcoat and shirt were in the shade of white and the trousers being black-colored.

It was the most expensive thing he had ever bought. He received the money not long ago from the school because they managed to win the Battle of Cities, and he was perhaps the biggest reason for it.

He received a heavy sum of 8 million $ and the System was, of course, ready to stop him from using any of it, but they came to an agreement.

He is only allowed to spend per month, money for one occasion, and this time the occasion was the date between him and Azura.

The renting of the Star Restaurant already cost a heavy sum, but it was almost nothing compared to the total wealth he possesses, and the three-piece suit was also the most expensive one he saw, but it could barely make a dent in his wealth.

Ichiro threw his casual outfit away and started wearing the three-piece suit. After putting it on and taking a golden-colored watch from the cabinet, he looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with approval.

He was never interested about his looks, but he always knew that his looks were the first thing people noticed about him.

Even in his previous life, he was never taken seriously in the Martial Artist circle because he looked like a pretty boy. His strength, however, earned a lot of respect and reputation in a short amount of time, and coupled with his looks, he received a lot of attention from News Station, and he was hailed as a genius only once seen in a thousand years.

Long time ago, he had stopped caring about his looks and almost always had messy hair with not-so-stylish outfits.

The first time he actually started putting a focus on his looks was for the first date between him and Azura.

Ichiro took another look at the mirror and finally saw his... Grey eyes.

''Wait... what?'' Ichiro approached the mirror and looked at his eyes, and they indeed were greyish.

''Didn't Azura notice?'' He thought aloud and frowned, ''What the hell?''

His head was full of thoughts, and instantly he thought about asking from the System, ''System, what is this?''