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In a completely white space, two people were arguing, and one of them said:
"You are Anthony Masters, better known as Taskmaster, am I right?"
The man, now called Anthony Masters, nodded in confusion and asked:
"And who are you?"
The man who wasn't Anthony smiled and said:
"I am God, and the person to whom you, with your last words, said you wanted to live again... Summarizing your words and mine."
Anthony looked at the man and, with a question that came out of nowhere, asked:
"And what am I supposed to do now?"
God looked at him and answered the question:
"You asked me for a second chance, and I will give it to you; not because I like you, but because I want to see what you're going to do. Don't worry, I'll let you keep your main ability, known as photographic reflexes or muscle memory; other than that, you have the right to do anything."
Anthony Masters nodded, and in an instant, all the white space surrounding him faded away. In the blink of an eye, he found himself lying on his back, staring at the ceiling of a room.
As he got out of bed, he noticed that the room was lit by a single bulb, and he only saw a closet and a square TV.
As he tried to move to get out of bed, an explosion of memories hit him, causing Anthony to faint.
... (Inside Anthony's mind) ...
Standing next to the professor's desk, a brown-skinned boy of about 15 swallowed hard as he looked at all the kids present...
He cleared his throat and, a bit nervously, said:
"Hi, my name is Hiroto Logan Yamaguchi; my dad is from the U.S. and my mom is from here in Japan, but I live with my Japanese aunt."
A scruffy-looking kid shouted:
"He's a hafu idiot!"
Most of the kids chuckled slightly, while others just smiled.
But the professor intervened, warning:
"Yasuki, show more respect to your new classmate, or next time you'll get a notice; and that goes for everyone else too."
Even though what the professor said was a bit rushed, everyone listened to him...
Time passed, and when lunch came, the kid Yasuki approached him and said:
"Well, if it isn't the faggot hafu idiot."
In an instant, Hiroto felt a hit to the back of his neck, but he ignored it. This continued until Yasuki knocked Hiroto's food tray to the ground, spilling everything all over the cafeteria floor. Before Hiroto could get up from his seat, he took a punch from Yasuki in the nose, followed by another and another, until he was left lying on the floor, blood streaming from his nose...
A year passed, and now in the third year of junior high, just three months away from high school, he was still getting beat up by Yasuki. Since Thursday, he came home and made the tough decision; before taking his own life, Anthony took over the boy's body.
Everything turned white again, and in front of Anthony appeared the boy Hiroto, who said to him:
"I know I'm in the last moments of this body, so please, could you hit Yasuki until he begs for mercy?"
The boy said this before disappearing into dust, and Anthony returned to reality.
Getting up from the floor, a smile appeared on Anthony's face, now called Hiroto Logan Yamaguchi Masters, who murmured softly to the air:
"Don't worry, kid; I'll do what you asked."
Hiroto sat in the corner of the bed and thought:
[Hiroto - Alright, I know several martial arts, but for that, I need to train the body and practice for a while while watching some footage; I think boxing is the easiest and has fewer physical requirements for someone inexperienced.]
Hiroto sighed and went down to the living room, but he didn't find his Japanese aunt. So, Hiroto murmured:
"Okay, I guess practicing footwork will be fine."
Moving back and forth while keeping his guard up, he realized it was easy. He started with slow and careful movements, and although he remembered the moves, the body wasn't used to it. After a few minutes, he was at the level of someone with a few months of experience.
Hiroto, with sweat on his face and a bit tired since his body wasn't used to the exercise he was doing, murmured:
"Excellent! Now to practice the jab."
Setting his guard with his arms, he started with the right arm: extending it forward, slightly turning his wrist so the punch was horizontal.
He did that movement for at least two minutes, and as he got used to it, he moved on to the left arm.
With only about 30 minutes of practice, his movements were acceptable.
Sitting on the floor, Hiroto was resting while thinking:
[Hiroto - With just two basic boxing techniques, I think I can beat that kid; to be sure, I'll start practicing the uppercut.]
Standing up from the floor, he threw an upward punch from his guard; he lowered his hand slightly and threw a punch upwards.
He repeated this about 20 times, and being exhausted, he murmured:
"Alright, even though it's not strong enough to knock him out, I can disorient him and then hit him repeatedly until I knock him out."
So, tired and without showering, he went back to the room to lie down. But then, an alarm clock went off; it was 7:00 AM. Knowing this and with nothing else to do, he got up from bed and jumped in the shower.
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I know that This story uses Taskmaster But in the future you will know because for the moment anyone could tell me in the comments what other martial arts manga So far I have Kenechi the strongest disciple, Kengan Ashura and Baki I can accept more sleeves