Martial arts specialist system.
[The host has died]
[Transporting host to a different dimension]
[Teleportation has been completed]
[Greetings, Galaxia]
"Ah! It hurts" Aamon awoke with his head hurting badly as a result of the waves of memory rushing into his head.
Aamon was an army specialist before being killed along with his men on a mission to fight one of the war Sovereign countries in his previous life; the Sovereign countries are the world's military rulers, with the best weapons and armies. He joined the army because he was intrigued by the history of war and its origins.
Unfortunately, Aamon's country was just a country with intelligent soldiers and weapon geniuses, but due to a lack of resources, the Sovereign countries poached their talents, using them for their own gain and ignoring the land they came from.
This infuriated the country's authorities, who swung into Actons immediately.
However, this is not a priority at the moment. Aamon has awoken in a new location, with a new body and a new set of memories.
He knew he had reincarnated without even thinking about it for the second time. Looking around the room, it reminded me of a medieval building where martial arts were practiced.
Reincarnating was strange, but for Aamon, it wasn't a bad thing because it was one of his wishes.
A world where no one is above the law, where justice is not delayed by someone who isn't even powerful, who comes to judge before justice can be done.
[Greetings, host; you have unlocked the martial arts specialist system.]
Aamon was taken aback by the information provided by the robotic voice, which included more than just the fact that a window was floating in the air with some digits and words displayed on it.
It is his stats.
[Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Aʀᴛs Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪsᴛ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ]
[Name: Aamon]
[Age: 17]
[Level 1][0/10EXP]
[Class: Specialist]
[Sᴛᴀᴛs]
[Strength: 10] [Agility: 10] [Dexterity: 10]
[Intelligence: 10] [Stamina: 10] [Luck: 1]
[Endurance: 10] [Charm: 10]
[Skills] [Active]
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[Skills] [passive]
[Escaping]
"Cool!" was the only thought that came to Aamon's mind; he remembered seeing all of these kinds of windows when he was younger and not in the army.
"I'm coming in, big brother Aamon." From the door came a sweet voice.
'Wait, what the fuck? 'I have a sibling!' Aamon was surprised because he had no siblings in his previous life. He had heard from his colleagues that siblings, especially younger siblings, are very uncomfortable and always get them into trouble.
The door opened, and a cute 14-year-old girl walked in, her hair as pink as cherry blossoms and her eyes as clear as crystals. She was so adorable that Aamon began to wonder if he was as cute as his little sister. Lilia.
"Mom said you should get ready because you're going to the academy today." As she spoke, her voice was clear and pleasant to the ears.
"Which academy?" Aamon inquired. He might not have remembered the information he just received from his memories.
Knock!
"Stop acting stupid. You and father agreed weeks ago that you will study martial arts at the TangXia martial arts academy" Lilia smacked him across the head and said angrily.
"Oh, such an aggressive little sister, now I understand why Dimitri always returns with bruises all over his face," Aamon sighed, disappointed that he had a younger sister.
Dimitri was one of his closest friends when they were both private soldiers.
"Who is the aggressive one, Dumbo?"
Lilia jumped onto the bed and attacked Aamon with her small fist. pummeling him in the process.
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"Oh my God, I'm so fucking handsome!"
Aamon, who was standing near the window, was all smiles when he realized his face was very attractive.
When Lilia left the room to inform their parents that he was awake, he took a bath. She told her parents that he called her aggressive. Her parents, on the other hand, pet her because they knew she was both aggressive and cute.
Aamon, dressed in blue robe and black pants walked out to meet his mom who is at the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Aamon picked up a knife, intending to join his mother in the kitchen, but then a panel appeared in front of him.
[Weapon: Knife (Normal) found in host's grasp]
[Your knife-handling efficiency (Normal) is 20%]
"It works with knives as well! amazing" Theresa looked at him and smiled when Aamon said those words. Unbeknownst to Aamon, this is his first time assisting his mother in the kitchen, and she was overjoyed.
Aamon assisted his mother in cutting the vegetables and meats into appropriate shapes.
[You acquired passive skill (Cʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ)]
[Cʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Use the blades to cut objects into precise shapes and sizes]
"Is there something you're not telling me, Aamon?" Theresa asked her son why he was staring at the pot like that.
"No way, Mom. I was only surprised that you are such an expert in meal preparation" He told a lie.
"Hehe! You haven't been to the kitchen in a long time, so you haven't seen your mother in action." She laughed while tasting the food.
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Abaddon, Aamon's father, is a martial artist who has completed the master phase of spear techniques. He is attractive but rarely speaks.
"Aamon, you're off to the academy today! I've paid everything you needed; just mention my name and he'll understand."
"If you go there. Strive to break the curse of this house, which you are already aware of. Remember that we will come to see you on visiting day."
Abaddon addressed Aamon. Aamon nodded, no one will be able to bully him in school with his system, not to mention the fact that he was a specialist in the army before coming to this world.
"Yes, father, I'll train very hard to become a very strong martial artist, and when I'm strong enough, we'll storm the Jade crown clan to take what's rightfully ours, and we'll be back in control," Aamon declared confidently.
Abaddon was once the heir to the leadership of a clan, the Jade crown clan, which is now ruled by a powerful aristocrat with a strong affinity for the sword.