Chapter 425 - True lron Style Dojo.
One week later.
The situation within Police Station had somewhat calmed down, and the truth dawned on the citizens. The highest-ranked Officer in the current Police Station, who goes by the name of New Police Commissioner Ilves, revealed everything he had discovered.
The truth about Police Commissioner Marshall and his criminal deeds was revealed. He was instantly shipped to nearby Maximum Security Prison, where he shall live the rest of his life in isolation.
The citizens felt traumatized and untrustworthy toward Police Officers. However, Ilves showed excellent leadership and quickly rebuilt the hierarchy from scratch before criminals could get too arrogant.
In the end, no one managed to find out the man's identity in dark clothing. However, they know one thing. He was incredibly powerful, at the level of Marshall or above.
During the week, Kurogami Family managed to live in peace after all the attention was shifted to that specific night.
Many had wild theories about Ichiro being the man in dark clothing; however, according to his family, he had a watertight alibi, even though Azumi started getting very suspicious of him.
During that night, he happened to be on a night walk, and suddenly the man in dark clothing appeared who was powerful enough to rival Martial General-level puppet. It definitely raised eyebrows.
The truth about the Monster Puppet's strength was also revealed, and many were frightened knowing that it was equal to ordinary Martial General Martial Artist.
If the man in dark clothing didn't appear, the whole Irio might be in ruins by now and every dead.
In the present day, the calmness has returned in Irio, even though News Agencies won't stop broadcasting about the incident.
They kept hailing the dark-clothed figure as a Hero, especially after he bravely rescued the News Anchor and his camera crew.
He was the loudest one when it came to dark-clothed figures and wanted to discover his identity; it almost became an obsession for him.
The sky above Irio was clear, with no clouds, bright blue, and sun.
In the middle of Irio, close to the Irio's Heart, a rundown two-floor building had lights on.
At the entrance of the building, a sign that said the building was on sale had been removed. First time in ten years, someone decided to buy the rundown building, even if it looks like it can't survive one year longer.
However, that building was a necessity for certain someone.
Currently, on the first floor behind the closed doors.
A black-haired youth used a floor scrubbing brush, wiping the dust and dirt away.
The first floor had several doors. However, the main attraction was the open space to fit thirty people with relative ease.
Even if the building was big, it needed way too many repairs to be worthwhile for purchase.
However, Ichiro didn't care and used the money he received from the System to buy the building.
He wanted a separate building for him to use as a dojo. The backyard in Kurogami Residence was not enough for him.
''Whew.'' Ichiro wiped his sweat and cleaned his dusty hands on his shirt. Below the shirt, he could feel the bandages.
He managed to heal fairly well in a week, almost having made a complete recovery.
The dust flew around every time Ichiro used the brush. A scarf covered his mouth and nose around the lower half of his face.
The dirty floor color of brown slowly started having more colors, the dirt bit by bit disappearing.
''True Iron Style, Iron Burst!'' Out of nowhere, Ichiro moved across the room with a dust cloud behind him. While moving at blinding speed, he used the brush and cleaned the big portion of the floor in record time.
*Creak*
Below him, the floor creaked, barely managing to hold Ichiro's weight.
Turning around and looking at the dirty room, he thought that cleaning would take forever. Ichiro leaned on the sturdy brush and sighed, ''This will take forever.''
Since he was born, he has been used to hard work, training till nightfall, starving while training.
However, not even once had he enjoyed cleaning.
Ichiro put the brush to lean on the wall and grabbed a water bottle from one of the desks.
The first floor had four pillars, holding the ceiling nicely. They were only part of the whole building Ichiro felt confident about.
When his gaze landed on the stairs leading to the second floor, he was confident that they would break.
Obvious cracks and broken wooden logs.
*Brr*
In his back pocket, a phone vibrated.
While drinking water, he used his last remaining hand and took the phone to check out the message.
He glanced at it for a second before putting the phone back in his pocket.
''Hmm… I wish this place were more durable.'' Ichiro put the bottle back on the desk and glanced upstairs. He wouldn't mind moving in, but he was afraid that any heavy objects would fall through the floor.
''Right!'' Ichiro exclaimed and remembered one thing the System gave once; however, he had already used it.
''System, remember you gave me that room repairing tool?''
[I do]
''Give me one.'' Ichiro didn't sugar coat his words.
[Why would I do that? You need to earn things. It won't work if I give everything you want]
''Trade is fine?''
[…Depends]
''I don't need the motorcycle. Let's trade it.''
[…Fine]
''Noice.'' Ichiro opened his Interface and Inventory.
The motorcycle disappeared into particles, and a scroll popped up to replace it.
He frowned and took the scroll, wondering why it was such an item.
[Do you want to use House Repairing Tool (Interior)]
[Accept] [Reject]
Without further ado, he pressed Accept.
Around him, tiny particles appeared from the narrow cracks and illuminated the house in bright lights.
Ichiro closed his eyes, and when he next time opened, he saw a majestic sight.
The whole first floor was cleaned all by themselves with all the broken logs, slates and blanks repaired.
While the building itself looks very rundown from the outside, the interior was brand new.
Ichiro grinned and threw the brush away to the closet, ''Don't need that. Time to make this perfect training place. This shall be the place where True Iron Style's Dojo makes its first appearance.''