INGODSHANDS

Reincarnated Into a Martial Art World

In a world where strength reigns supreme and the weak are crushed, protagonist finds himself reborn into a land of martial arts, ancient secrets, and deadly rivalries. Unlike most, power isn’t handed to him—he must carve his own path.

Here, progression isn’t about following a set formula. To break through to higher realms, one must research, experiment, and create unique techniques—a journey of self-discovery where only the truly talented rise.

With danger lurking at every turn and powerful enemies standing in his way, our protagonist must sharpen his skills, outthink his rivals, and forge a martial path entirely his own.

This is not a story of instant power. It’s a slow-burn journey of growth, struggle, and mastery.

Witness as our protagonist transcends the limits of martial arts—one battle at a time.

A world of danger. A path of self-discovery. A legend in the making.

I won't be dropping it anytime soon, still have a lot more ideas for this particular novel, I will be needing your support too.

It might be slow at at the beginning the reason is I want you all to get like a basic setting of thing then it will start moving at a normal pace.

THE MARTIAL ASCENT

The thick, coarse fibers bit into Kaidën's hands as he pulled himself up. His arms burned, his legs ached, and the weight of exhaustion tried to drag him down.

This pain—this struggle—was nothing new.

Selene climbed ahead of him with calm precision, her movements almost effortless. Renji, on the other hand, was struggling below.

"Ugh, who—who made these ropes so damn long?!" he gasped.

Kaidën glanced down, noticing Renji's grip weakening.

Without thinking, Kaidën shifted his position and extended his foot.

Renji blinked in surprise, but quickly hooked an arm around Kaidën's leg to stabilize himself. "Man, you're way too cool for your own good."

Selene, who had been watching, raised a brow. "Unexpected."

Kaidën just grunted and continued climbing.

After what felt like an eternity, they reached the top.

As they pulled themselves over the ledge, Renji flopped onto his back, panting.

"I… hate… this school already."

Kaidën exhaled, rolling his shoulders. His muscles screamed in protest, but deep down—he felt stronger.

Selene glanced at them. "You're not bad."

Renji lifted a hand. "Thanks, Princess."

The students who successfully completed the strength trial gathered back in the training courtyard.

Master Juro surveyed them with a hard expression.

"Many of you struggled," he said. "Some of you nearly failed. But you did not quit."

He folded his arms. "That is the first step to true strength."

Kaidën let out a slow breath. His entire body ached—but he was still standing.

After going true all the grueling training late in the night he reached is mat and drifted off to sleep almost immediately

CHAPTER ELEVEN