Hello 👋🏿, I'm feeling a bit better and while feeling like a dead corpse in these past days i thought how i wasn't satisfied with the time skip of chapter 17, so i rewrote it.
I also have begun to read the colored manga of Tokyo Revengers after seeing a tik tok edit of:
Spoiler
Takemitchi using his time ability to see the next attacks of Mikey, and i thought that it was kinda cool.
Like every time, i searched for a fic about TR on this site and i remained disappointed like always.
I am forced to write one myself?
Hell nah I'm too busy!!
So you readers hurry up and write something for my greed!
I know that this is not exactly a new chapter, so if i manage to write two other chapters today, i will post one more, or if we reach 300 stones before midnight in italy time.
I know we can reach that.
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(Sunday, May 19, 2026 – 11:13 AM)
Adam pulled out his phone as he walked, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen. He checked his bank balance, the numbers appeared in crisp digital text.
€103.74.
He sighed through his nose. Not surprised.
Most of his money had gone into PC components and specialized tools. All necessary, but it left him with little for anything else.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his pace never slowing. The city was alive, bustling with late-morning activity, shoppers, office workers on break, groups of tourists admiring the old architecture.
None of it concerned him.
Reaching the nearest bus stop, he stepped onto the first available ride back home.
....
By the time he arrived, his mind was already set on his next move.
Stepping inside his apartment, he changed into loose athletic wear, black compression pants under lightweight shorts, a sleeveless training shirt.
Without wasting time, he stepped out again.
The streets were quieter in this part of Alessandria, away from the commercial districts. He moved at a steady pace, weaving through alleys and side roads until he reached his destination.
A small, open-air park.
The area wasn't crowded, just a few people scattered around, some jogging, others stretching or practicing simple calisthenics.
Adam's eyes glanced onto the pull-up bars.
Then, his training began.
Push-ups.
His body lowered and rose in a precise rhythm. Chest to the ground. Full extension. No wasted movement.
Chin-ups.
His grip tightened as he pulled himself up, his chin clearing the bar before lowering in controlled motion.
Russian push-ups.
His arms moved in a fluid sequence, shoulders shifting as he flowed between low and high positions. Every motion burned.
Plank holds.
His core trembled, muscles locked in place, breathing controlled but deep.
Pull-ups. Full planche. More push-ups.
Every repetition was executed with discipline.
But this time, it was different.
This time, he was breathing in the exact pattern Awà had taught him.
His lungs expanded more than ever, forcing oxygen into every fiber of his body. His heart pumped violently, accelerating blood flow far beyond normal levels.
Every muscle screamed. The task became exponentially harder.
His body wasn't just working against gravity, it was working against itself.
Each breath sent a fresh wave of heat and strain coursing through his veins. His arms trembled, his core tightened to the brink of tearing, but his movements remained steady.
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(2:37 PM)
Adam's body burned. Every muscle, every fiber of his being was on fire, screaming for relief.
And yet, he kept going.
His arms shook violently as he held himself in a full planche with his breath measured and controlled. His core felt like it was being ripped apart, his shoulders tightened beyond their limits, but he didn't let go.
Seconds stretched into eternity.
His muscles reached their breaking point, but before they could collapse, the nano machines repaired them.
Stronger and more durable.
After hours of relentless training, sweat dripped from his jawline, soaking his clothes. His breathing was heavy, but his mind was clear.
With one final exhale, he lowered himself to the ground.
He grabbed his bottle of water, taking slow sips before standing up, rolling his shoulders. His body still ached, but beneath that pain, he could feel it.
Progress.
Without wasting time, he left the park and headed home.
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By the time he stepped into his apartment, the exhaustion had fully settled in. His shirt clung to his skin, his entire body coated in sweat.
Adam didn't hesitate, he went straight to the bathroom.
The cold water hit him like a shock, his body tensing before relaxing under the stream. Droplets ran down his frame, washing away the effort of the past hours.
His muscles still pulsed from the workout, but he could already feel the nano machines repairing them, strengthening him further.
After finishing, he dried off, put on a clean outfit, a simple, loose shirt with sleeves he quickly rolled up.
His eyes drifted toward the computer setup, the machine he had built with his own hands. A smile couldn't help but escape his face, but there was a quiet intensity in his gaze.
Stepping forward, he muttered to himself.
"It's time to work."
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(Thursday, June 13, 2026 – 8:26 AM)
(Adam Pov:)
The morning sun cast a warm glow over Alessandria as I navigated the bustling streets toward the city center. The events of the past weeks played on my mind, intense training sessions, late-night coding marathons, and the persistent issue of electrical outages disrupting my work. It had become clear that relying on the city's power grid was a vulnerability I could no longer afford. The solution was evident: establish my own energy source. To do that, I needed land.
Approaching the real estate agency, a modest building nestled between a café and a bookstore, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The cool air greeted me, a stark contrast to the warmth outside. A receptionist looked up from her desk, offering a polite smile.
"Buongiorno. Come posso aiutarla?" she inquired.
"Buongiorno." I replied. "I'm interested in purchasing a plot of land on the outskirts of Alessandria. Approximately 300 square meters."
She nodded, gesturing toward a seating area. "Please, have a seat. I'll inform one of our agents."
As I settled into a leather chair, I couldn't help but reflect on the funds facilitating this venture. Over the past days, I'd utilized my hacking skills to siphon money from corrupt individuals, criminals who exploited others without remorse. It was a calculated risk, but one I deemed necessary to finance my objectives.
A few minutes later, a man in his mid-forties approached, extending his hand. "Buongiorno. I'm Marco, one of the agents here. I understand you're looking for land?"
"Yes." I affirmed, shaking his hand. "Preferably undeveloped terrain, around 300 square meters, suitable for constructing a small facility."
Marco motioned for me to follow him to his desk, where he began typing on his computer. "Let's see what's available. Are you looking for agricultural land, or something zoned for construction?"
"Zoned for construction." I specified. "It's essential that I can build without legal complications."
He nodded, continuing his search. "In the outskirts of Alessandria, the average price per square meter is approximately €779. For 300 square meters, you're looking at around €233,700, though prices can vary based on the exact location and amenities."
I had anticipated this range. "That's within my budget. Do you have any listings that match these criteria?"
After a few moments, Marco turned the monitor toward me, displaying several plots. One caught my eye, a 320-square-meter plot located about 5 kilometers from the city center. The price was listed at €240,000.
"Tell me more about this one." I requested, pointing to the listing.
Marco clicked on the details. "This plot is in a quiet area, easily accessible by road. It's currently undeveloped and zoned for residential or light industrial use, which should suit your needs. The seller is motivated, so there's potential for negotiation."
I considered the information. "Is it possible to visit the site today?"
He checked his watch. "I have an opening this afternoon. Shall we say 2 PM?"
"That works for me."
With the appointment set, I left the agency, my mind already envisioning the possibilities this land could offer. An independent power source would not only safeguard my projects from interruptions but also provide a level of autonomy crucial for my work.
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(2:00 PM)
At 2 PM sharp, I met Marco outside the agency, and we drove to the site. The plot was as described, spacious, accessible, and secluded enough to ensure privacy. Standing there, I could almost see the facility I planned to build: a self-sustaining structure equipped with advanced energy solutions.
"I'll take it." I said decisively.
Marco smiled. "Excellent. The next step is to sign a preliminary contract, the 'Compromesso.' and provide a deposit, typically around 10% of the purchase price."
"Let's proceed."
Over the next minutes, I provided the necessary documentation, including my tax identification number, or 'codice fiscale.' which I already had, in anticipation of such transactions. The process was straightforward, and soon, I found myself signing the final deed, officially becoming the owner of the land.
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