Highschool DxD-Dream of Perfection

Chapter 3

(Third person POV)

'What are you thinking so intensely, Yuto?' Yuki asked after noticing Yuto had zoned out and didn't realize that they had already arrived home.

'Just thinking if I should learn some self-defense,' Yuto said, turning to face her.

'Why? Did someone bully you at school?!' Tsuki asked, her voice becoming a bit hurried, showing signs of anger in her body language.

'Don't worry, Mom, nobody is bullying me,' Yuto said calmly, trying to soothe her.

'Sometimes she is a bit too dramatic. Her emotions shift far too quickly to be normal. One moment she could be smiling, and the next moment she could be sad. Heck, even my classmates show some of these signs. Is it because this world, in essence, is like an anime world? Or am I just making a mountain out of a molehill?'

'Then why did you suddenly want to learn self-defense all of a sudden?' Yuki asked, now showing signs that she was calming down.

'Yesterday, you suggested I find a hobby or something to get into. I thought about it, and I'm interested in learning martial arts, like MMA or another form. What do you think?' Yuto said, his eyes shining a little and his body subtly a bit.

Yuki, now fully calm, said in her usual smooth and soft voice, 'Why not? I have a friend who runs a boxing gym. Although it's on the other side of the city, it should not be that much of a problem.'

'Really, I can go?!' Yuto said, his voice filled with excitement as he smiled like it was the best day of his life with his lips and teeth aligned evenly, creating a balanced look.

'Yes, yes, you can,' she said with an amused smile adorning her face.

(Time Skip: 3 Days Later)

Time: 5:37 AM

'Huuuuaaahhhh,' Yuto could be seen yawning as he walks into the bathroom, the early morning light filtering through the frosted window. The cool tiles against his feet and the soft hum of the fan create a soothing backdrop. He splashes cold water on his face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and glances at his reflection in the mirror.

(First person POV)

Today, I am going to the boxing gym. It's agreed that I will train every Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Sunday from 6:30 AM to 10:00 AM. Since the gym is quite far, my mother will drop me off before heading to work. The gym's owner will then drop me off at school along with his son and daughter (they are twins, by the way).

I feel a bit bad that I'm chipping time away from my mother.

(She could have spent that time sleeping.)

Third-person POV

'Booooo!' An unknown sound startles him, causing his heart to race and causing him to rapidly turn around to see who or what is behind him.

'Ahahaha, now, now, Yuto,' my mother says with a playful smile as she places her hand on my shoulder. 'You should start eating instead of staring at yourself in the mirror.'

Yuto looked at her and noted that she's looking at him with a mischievous grin.

'Mom, why do you always do that?' He says, with his face tightening, his brows furrowing as he looks at his mother.

'Because I want to,' she says with a mischievous grin still adorning her face.

'I really should become more vigilant; this zoning out is becoming annoying,' he thought to himself as he continued to complain to his mother.

(Time Skip: 6:17) (Outside the Boxing Gym: In the Parking Lot)

(First person POV)

I gaze through my car window at a sturdy, unassuming building with a slightly weathered facade, hinting at its many years of service. The brick walls are painted in a deep, muted color, adorned with a few faded posters of past matches and local fighters.

Honestly speaking, I expected it to be much grander, with dozens of people going in and out every second. I guess that was just wishful thinking.

I see a man in his early thirties with a sturdy figure walking out of the boxing gym. He looks around as if searching for something, then, as if he found what he was looking for, he approaches our car and looks at my mother, then at me, and says,

'So, this is the little champ who wants to learn boxing, huh?' the man says as he closes in on me.

'Hello, and yes, I want to learn boxing,' Yuto says with his usual radiant smile with a hint of excitement evident in his face.

'Energetic one, isn't he?' My mother, Yuki, says as we turn to her. 'Sorry about being such a bother because of me; you have to take care of him. I could add more money if you let me.' Before she could continue, the man hurriedly interjected.

'What are you talking about? It's not a bother at all. In fact, he is a pleasant surprise.'

'My daughter and son will be really happy that a kid around their age is training with them,' he says hurriedly.

'Then I am relieved,' my mother says, relaxing a bit.

(Time Skip Jutsu: 25 Minutes) Yes, I like Naruto.

'Now, kid, today just try to follow my instructions and do the exercises. Your body probably isn't used to intense exercise, so we first have to get those muscles up and running,' he says as we get out of the changing room.

'Also, you don't have to be nervous about the people you'll be training with; they also started not long ago,' he adds, to calm me down.

And there it was—the boxing gym. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and body odor. Sunlight filtered through tall, narrow windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the space. The floor, a patchwork of worn wooden planks and faded rubber mats, gleamed faintly under the gentle light.

Against one wall, a heavy bag hung silently, its once-strong leather now softened and scuffed from years of use. Nearby, a collection of dusty, unused speed bags and punching bags swayed slightly in the faint breeze drifting in through an open door.

The ring, with its frayed ropes and weathered canvas, stood empty in the center of the room, its corners shadowed and serene. The walls, lined with posters of legendary fighters and old championship banners, bore the marks of time and countless matches.

There are a few people here and there—some punching the heavy bag, some stretching, some just sitting and leaning against the wall, taking a bit of a shut-eye.

Upon seeing it, he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Then he opened them; it became sharp and intense. And he felt himself finally taking his first step towards his pursuit of eternity and omnipotence.

With unwavering resolve, he took his first step forward, the enormity of the journey ahead settling upon him. This was merely the beginning—he was stepping onto the path that would lead him toward the power he desired.

Author's Note: Author from chapter 11, editing my previous chapters one by one.