''Huff... Huff...'' Ichiro's athletic and semi-muscular body was drenched in sweat while he was training in a spacious room located in the mansion.
''T-Towel,'' Azura said shyly, while her eyes didn't leave his eight pack.
''Thanks.'' Ichiro took the towel and wiped his sweaty body.
The spacious room looked like a gym with weight plates, benches, dumbbells, workout racks, kettlebells, bars, and storage racks.
'They have even their own gym... I want a house like this in the future... Maybe when I get my fucking money!' Ichiro grimaced— he hadn't forgotten that System was keeping his money as a hostage.
But he has a feeling that System might be right.
Getting too much money at an early phase will make Ichiro more tempted to laze around and enjoy a luxurious life.
That's why most of the families don't allow their younger generation to use any of their wealth— they need to reach an acceptable level in Martial Arts first.
