[5] The System Reappears!

"It looks simple but it's probably not going to be is it?" Ryan asked while he took the position that the old geezer was standing in after he moved off to the side.

"Exactly, and that is the beauty of the sport!" Brian smiled.

"To get the punches perfect you have to manipulate your body correctly, move your feet, hips and arms the right way. Only then can you say you have the basics of punching down."

"Sheesh, well no point complaining I'll just learn to do it right then!" Ryan smiled and raised his gloves as the geezer had into a guard stance. Just below his eyes but enough to cover his chin on either side.

"That's right, every time you throw a punch you want your hands stemming from a stance position."

"Make sure you keep your basic guard up at all times as you did just there, that's called the cover-up. It stops you from getting hit when you're not throwing a punch."

Ryan seemed to enter a state of focus as he recalled the first punch that Brian threw, the jab!

At the same time, he remembered every fight he had watched where a boxer had used it in action. From the feet to the waist to the shoulder to the arm extension to the fist rotating in the air until it was perfectly horizontal.

Pap* Whoosh*

It was somewhat sloppy but the Ryan had performed a standard jab.

"Not bad kid, you did a decent job for a first-timer!" The geezer spoke praise but his face was still void of an expression of surprise or excitement. It was like it was casual for a 7-year old to throw a decent jab the first time.

"You could at least smile?" Scoffed Ryan but at the same time, he recognised he had changed from 'brat' to 'kid'.

"Oh my bad, did you come here for boxing lessons or for someone to boost your fragile ego?" The geezer replied as if Ryan wasn't a 7-year old.

'What a buzzkill' Ryan thought but he soon just accepted that the geezer was a boring old fogy and started practising the other punches.

He threw a jab then a cross, then a left hook which he struggled with, followed by a right hook. Then to finish it all off, he threw two uppercuts with either hand.

Unfortunately, Ryan, although was doing a decent job, didn't receive praise like he thought he would, instead, Big Brian just started correcting everything he was doing wrong.

Saying "Again!" when he had finished a set of punches.

The first few sets, Ryan could handle but then he realised he was tiring. His arms were slightly shaking and his face was now beetroot red.

"Brat, do you even exercise, you're getting tired after throwing no more than 50 punches. Come on that's just poor!"

"And you want to be a Boxer when you're older? Dream on, the only thing you'll be if you're going to get tired like this is fat."

Many words and complaints came from the geezer's mouth but every time he told me to change something I seemed to listen and try my best to change it.

Of course, that meant throwing more punches and that also lead to me getting tired and my form slipping.

But I still was smiling after throwing more than 100 punches.

My body was shaking like a sh*tting dog, which didn't feel good but what did feel good was to smack the air over and over again.

"This is boxing!"

That's pretty much how my first boxing session went, it lasted around an hour since I was only small and this was my first time in the gym.

The geezer seemed unfazed whether or not I'd come back but what was nice of him was that he gave me back the money I had handed over.

I don't think I mentioned that earlier did I?

This morning, Ava, my mother had left 20 pounds on the bench just for my class. Along with a note saying 'Have fun!'

So when the geezer gave it back, I thought that he was throwing me out and telling me not to come back...

But his follow up was music to my ears.

"Just keep the money, I don't need it, buy some food and recover and come back here at the same time tomorrow if you still want to be a boxer when you grow up."

He spoke with his back turned to me but I could tell his initial not caring attitude and any last lingering thoughts about not wanting to do his job had gone out the window when he handed my money back.

He had accepted me as a student.

Hehe...

Now like a good novel, I'll send it to another time skip but this time not to the next training session but later that night.

Ryan's Bedroom:

It was around 8 pm and since Ryan was sore off his 'light training' as the geezer would call it. He was resting in his bed.

Maybe because he had regressed back in time but he didn't feel like playing on his Xbox 360 like his normal self would normally. Right now, all he could think about was boxing.

*Queue the bell notification sound*

*Ding*

[Hello Host!]

[Due to the increase in life energy, activation of the system can proceed! Congratulations!]

"Ah yah... God that scared me!" Ryan jumped out of his skin hearing the system come back online.

Settling down from his scare his mood then went depressed and then angry as he thought about this crappy system.

"Oi, you little twerp of a system!" He spoke out loud but quietly so no one else in the house who hear him.

[Yes, Host?]

"What the hell are you doing in my head, how did you get here and lastly who do you think you are picking my talent for me you little rat!"

[...]

[For the first two questions, the system is unable to answer them due to your lack of authorization!]

"Then what good are you for? Leave!" Ryan said while slightly shouting.

[Host, please calm down, the system can't go anywhere once bound so please try to be more friendly!]

At this point, Ryan was pretty sure that blood vessel just popped.

This system dares to joke with him...

[As for your third question, due to the lack of life energy at the time of synchronization, the system had to choose unless the host wished to remain useless in life!]

Yep, it's official, Ryan Moore has gone clinically insane...

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, the story is over now.

Calming down a bit, Ryan took the time to digest and accept the fact the system was a 'pussio'.

"What's this about life energy and why am I lacking it? Is it because I died and came back to life?" Ryan asked slightly concerned he was going to turn into a zombie.

[Relax Host, the Host at the time was in a weakened state that allowed us to bind successfully. I believe the Host refers to this state as having a 'bad belly'.]

"Oh"

Ryan felt reassured and comforted after that explanation from the system.

But then his thoughts changed to, "Wait no the system is the devil, I mustn't trust it."

"Oi, system, what are you even good for other than giving me a headache and jumpscares?"

[The system is a legendary system specialising in the selected talent of your choosing. The system has many capabilities but its main goal is for you, the host, to be the most talented at your talent.]

"But it wasn't my talent of my choosing! It was the systems!"

[Host please move on from that, it is boring the readers...]

Cough*

So yeah, that was the system popping back up out of nowhere. I'd like it if I accepted the system that easily but I didn't I asked it more boring and pointless questions but I'll cut them all out.

By the time the clock turned 10 pm, I had a sufficient overview of what the system could offer me right now.

Firstly, the system was in a 'weakened state' it needed life energy to upgrade and that life energy came from me becoming healthier and stronger.

Of course, it was safe to me and by no means harmful. Think about how trees take our leftovers when we exhale so that they can survive.

It's pretty much the same.

As far as talents go, the system clarified that as of now, I have the ability to become the best in the world at boxing if I completed the missions and goals of the system.

I doubted this since I had seen the prowess of the likes of Mayweather in my past life.

But that was something to think about later.

The system had a status menu to track my athletic ability based on my age, it tracked my knowledge and ability in boxing and determined my potential and current limits.

It was all scientific that's how I would put it.

But after realising the potential of the system and myself.

I was excited about the future.

*Ryan falls asleep with a smile in his England themed bed*