I'm Here!? Fuck!

Some people die with unheard wishes, while others die, and their wish is heard...

Jock suddenly got up from his bed.

He breathed in the clean air, his chest trembling.

Confusion, excitement, and all sorts of thoughts slammed into his mind.

Holy crap is this...

Jock took a look at his surroundings.

A small bedroom?

Jock could see that although the bedroom had all of the basic things a person may need, technology was missing.

' This is going to be-' "Ugh"

Not long after Jock got up, the memories of the body he took replayed in his mind.

First thing that worked by BS luck- was his name. It happened to be Jock as well.

As Jock went through the memories he found a few crucial things.

Jock is currently located in a tribe that practices a specific type of body cultivation- Against the Waves.

This is quite a closed off tribe, leading to a situation where, except the leaders, not many people have an idea of the outside world.

This sounded freaking awesome to Jock. Until... He checked the body cultivation method.

The training regime this body went through seemed so inhumane, that Jock wasn't surprised he just died like that.

However, there was something strange. A huge vitality seemed to surge through his body, recovering his tattered and broken body at an astonishing pace.

Jock checked through his memories to see if there was any explanation for what was going on.

Surprisingly, there was.

'So, right as he died, he awakened a special body type?! Damn that's messed up.' Jock truly felt a part of the world's unfairness at this point.

Regardless, Jock decided to focus as one important date was left in his mind by the unlucky former inhabitant of his body.

12 years old is a spirit awakening opportunity. As this body is 11 years old, there's still a year left. The only problem is that there is a requirement in this tribe.

You must cultivate to White Pebble rank at least before the age of 12 to participate. This is so your body can handle the possession of a spirit.

The only problem is that Jock wasn't anywhere close to White Pebble rank. Even though the past owner trained like a maniac, he didn't really know what he was doing.

There were no rest days in his training schedule, his training was inefficient, and he was lacking some nutrition.

None of these factors were really his fault as he just didn't know. Unlike most people of the tribe, there wasn't any elders to guide Jock in his training.

This time though, Jock would make sure to do him justice. After all, the main problem was him being shy. In a cultivation world, manning up and acting like a gigachad is necessary. Even if your not.

'Next important thing.' After going through his memories, Jock realized he forgot to check something very important in this life...

Jock eagerly opened up his loose cotton pants, 'FUCK YEAH!' life is on track.

Jock decided that time, waited for no one. So shortly after that touching moment, he started to walk to an underrated training spot that the past owner knew about but didn't use. After all, most tribesmen thought that they had to train their muscles and have rocks fall on them. In fact, that is what the old Jock used to do.

Luckily, there is a better, and arguably less painful way to get started. Obviously, working out his muscles would also help Jock out, but Jock is a bit worried.

'Can I even survive this self-torture. Hopefully I can without becoming a total masochist.' Jock thought while going closer to his destination.

Not too long after Jock left his house, he arrived near a large waterfall.

Jock hyped himself up and approached the roaring waterfall.

Jock took off his cloth shorts, underwear, and shirt a small distance from the waterfall to make sure they stay dry.

Before Jock approached the waterfall, he realized that he will just die probably if he stands under the middle of it and takes the full brunt of the rapidly falling water. So, he found an area that didn't seem to be as bad.

'Okay, hopefully this works.' Jock then went under the waterfall while reciting the mantra he knew from a young age.

"White Pebble, iron rock, who can last the days? Those who go against the waves. Only endurance is eternal." As Jock recited the mantra, a very thin white sheen could be seen covering his body. Helping him endure the tons of water that was crashing on his body.

It certainly wasn't pleasant for Jock to endure the tons of water slapping against his body due to gravity. As this cycle repeated, Jock slowly started to shout the mantra, until a short while later he couldn't handle the pain and flopped on the ground by the waterfall like a fish.

Even though the sun was shining softly and there was a nice cold breeze, Jock couldn't hide his depression as he lay there.

"Sigh.. I only lasted 1 minute or so. Maybe not even that. Am I that bad?" At this rate, there was little to no chance that Jock would be able to reach White Pebble of cultivation within the required time.

Just as he was pondering his options, a surge of coolness that felt like a nice massage to his muscles kicked in, making the pain go away, refreshing him.

This gave Jock some hope.

'If this refreshing energy keeps healing me after I train, it will definitely be possible!' Jock suddenly felt full of motivation and started to do push-ups, squats, sit-ups, lunges, and leg curls as he cheered himself on.

Since Jock figured there wasn't any technology in his tribe, he figured exercising to get stronger is the next best thing.

Innumerable exercises later, Jock saw that the sun was about to set and decided to call it a day.

So even though it was almost unbearable at the end of the day, Jock limped his way back home after working out for hours.

As Jock laid on his bed, he came to terms with the reality that this will be his life from now on. A life filled with adventure, danger, and most importantly, tough training almost every day of his life.

'That.. seems a bit hard.' Jock thought as he easily dozed off.

The next morning, Jock woke up starving.

"What the fuck. I'm so hungry. It feels as if my stomach is going to eat my body to satisfy it's hunger." Jock woke up with a cold sweat, as he rushed towards his stockpile of hardened jerky and bread. Mostly bread though.

Jock proceeded to eat like an animal until the 5 pounds of bread and 1 pound of jerky was gone.

"Damn. That jerky was the bomb." Jock just flopped on the floor, remembering the taste of the meat.

Jock had always loved jerky after all, he was a sucker for it. The only problem is that jerky costs like $7 for a few small pieces, and he was too lazy to make his own. But in this life, jerky seems to be quite cheap.

'Unfortunately, I have no money though. I need to fix that.' Jock finally decided to interact with the village. Jock wasn't quite looking forward to it though.

'The old Jock seemed to have been well known in this village as a training maniac.' Jock thought it couldn't be too bad though, after all, having a reputation does have its advantages.

'Time to find a job.' Jock thought while he made his way through the village to the market.

One thing that would surprise people to learn is that although there is a primitive tribe-like form of management, the houses and tools being used showed a high degree of sophistication.

As Jock went through the village, he noticed that all houses and building are constructed using either some kind of wood or polished rock that was evenly cut.

The closer Jock got to the market, the larger the crowd started to get.

'No wonder why I didn't see anyone around the houses. Everyone's almost always near the market.' Jock noticed as the market was booming. Occasionally you could hear people haggling loudly, trying to get what they want for a cheaper price.

Since Jock had no money, naturally he had to make some money first to get anything. This is why he went past the stalls and arrived at two small recruitment huts. The hut on the left said Wood gathering jobs and the hut on the right said Stone gathering jobs.

First, Jock decided to approach the wood gathering hut. As Jock walked into the hut he could see a collection of different types of wood that he didn't know about around the hut. Honestly, it seemed more like a collector's hut rather than a recruitment hut.

"What cha you lookin' for kid." A burly receptionist asked while chewing on his breakfast.

"Do you need any workers? I have had strong strength since I was young, and I have good stamina. If you just show me the ropes, I would be able to work just like everyone else." Jock said. The strong strength from a young age is complete BS, but you have to get your foot in the door someway right?

"Hmm. I'll give you a chance kid. Name's Greg. There is never a time when we don't need labor around here. You would have to work from sunrise to sunset though. You understand that right? I don't want to hear any bitching." Greg explained to Josh.

"Great, can I start today?" Jock asked, as he is going to starve to death if he were to exercise without food today.

"Unfortunately, the boss is out today. You can talk to the guy next door though. He can hook you up with a night shift if you're that desperate." Greg said, trying to help Jock out.

"Alright, thank you very much. I'll come by tomorrow at around the same time when the boss is back to work." Jock said to Greg and started walking towards the stone gathering hut.

"Cya tomorrow kid." Greg replied.

Jock immediately entered the stone gathering recruitment hut. Inside the hut was a similar layout to the wood gathering hut, with the exception of different types of wood being different types of rock.

Surprisingly, a skinny but muscular guy was in charge of the recruitment for this job. He also seemed quite sharp at first glance due to his hawk-like stare.

"My name is Doug. I noticed that you were looking for a job, you're hired. You can start working today. Head to the east mountains after sunset, and you can't miss us." Doug said to a surprised Jock.

"Alright, I'll head over at the scheduled time. Do I need to bring anything?" Jock asked, a bit surprised at the quick job offer.

"No, just bring your body and a good attitude, you will need it. Also, make sure not to die." With those ominous words, Doug stopped talking with Jock.

"Alright, I'll see you then I suppose." Jock replied, mildly annoyed with the unclear warning.

Jock then decided to check out the market to gauge the prices of goods.

As he roamed the market, he learned that it was 10 copper coins for a pound of jerky, which honestly seemed pretty cheap. A pound of bread was 8 copper coins. As for accessories and other useless stuff, Jock couldn't be bothered to check in detail the prices of those, he mostly noticed them costing silver coins.

Jock then recalled how the currency here worked. It was 100 copper coins = 1 silver coin, and 100 silver coins = 1 gold coin. However, nothing that Jock saw costed anything higher than silver coins. A bit weird.

As Jock was roaming the market, he started to notice less older people and more younger people in this area.

'It seems like this is a place you can learn martial arts.' Jock thought as he started to notice the open dojo-like areas where instructors drilled their students to train. There weren't huge groups of people in the dojo-like areas training, but there were at least groups of 50 or less.

Jock checked the signs outside of the dojo and was shocked by the price.

'Fuck. That's 30 silver per lesson. Is this elitist or what? Damn.' Jock had his mouth wide open. Luckily, there seemed to be two other alternatives. The options were to beat one of the top 10 students the dojo had to learn a martial art at that dojo for 1 day or pass a 'Rock Crusher' trial.

Both options sounded ominous as fuck. Either option seemed that it would attract jealousy and attention toward him. Either option had a possibility of giving him a load of problems.

'It seems that in the near future, the best method for me is to create my own martial art and polish it.' Jock definitely didn't like trouble. Although it probably wouldn't be on the level of a whole clan and their ancestors trying to destroy him, he does understand why that would be a thing. He also understands more about how 'reputation' or 'face' would matter.

After all, unlike the time he lived in, there isn't much to do here but train, fight, have sex, and gossip. This is why there would be stupid face-slapping scenes and arrogant young masters. There's just nothing to do, people are bored out of their mind. Not to mention men primarily practice cultivation, and men tend to be hot-blooded.

'Ugh what a pain.' Jock sighed and quickly returned home to avoid trouble.

Although creating his own martial art will be harder than learning an already created one, it would avoid a lot of potential trouble for sure. Not to mention, he isn't starting from scratch anyway. He does have a few ideas from some anime he saw in his past life.

'I should be able to make this work.' Jock thought, as he bowed beside the house briefly before entering.