The morning after Urokodaki left, Drake was already outside, standing in the crisp mountain air with a wooden katana in hand.
He swung again. And again. And again.
Each movement followed exactly what he'd read from the books Urokodaki left behind. His form wasn't perfect, but it was improving. Strangely, he was starting to get it. Maybe it was because of that new Swordsman trait.
Still, doubt gnawed at him. Could he really master all the basics before Urokodaki returned?
There was no time to waste — so he trained harder.
As for food… well, he might've "accidentally" found Urokodaki's secret food stash.
He'd decided to ration it — eating only chicken and rice, enough to keep him alive but not stuffed. He wanted to lose that belly. A Demon Slayer couldn't look like a sumo wrestler.
By now, comparing the Drake of today to the one who'd first arrived, the difference was massive. He'd already lost nearly thirty pounds, and surprisingly, no loose skin. Maybe it was because of anime logic.
Two more days passed.
Another ten pounds gone. His sword swings grew sharper, his steps more balanced. His breathing steadier.
Even his reflection in the pond looked different — still round, but less so. His cheeks had definition again.
He was now down to 210 pounds, from his original 250. Still overweight, sure, but for him? It was a miracle.
His System stats reflected the change:
[Strength: 16 (F)]
[Agility: 6 (F)]
[Vitality: 4 (F)]
[Intelligence: 6 (F)]
[Charm: 4 (F)]
[Luck: 7 (F)]
"Charm too, huh?" Drake muttered, smirking. "Guess losing face fat counts as character development."
He swung again, wooden blade cutting through the air with a whoosh. Sweat poured down his back. His arms burned, but he kept going.
He refused to stop—
Ding!
A blue window popped up in front of him.
[You have mastered the basics of swordsmanship!]
[Quest completed!]
[You have been rewarded with the skill — Sword Mastery!]
"Yes!" Drake shouted, pumping his fist. It was broad daylight, so at least he didn't have to worry about demons hearing him.
He tapped the new skill.
[Sword Mastery]
[Passive]
[Lv. 1 (Exp: 0/100)]
[You have grasped the fundamentals of swordsmanship.]
[+0.55% Power, Speed, and Precision to sword techniques (Base 0.5% + Bonus from Swordsman (Common): 0.05%)]
"This…" Drake muttered, frowning. "I thought it'd be better…"
He sighed. "Better than nothing, I guess. Maybe it gets stronger when I level it up—"
But before he could finish, another System window blinked into view.
[Ding!]
[You have completed two quests!]
[The tutorial has been completed!]
[You can now return to your world.]
"Eh? What?" Drake blinked. "I can return to my world?"
[Yes, Host.]
[You are now able to leave this world whenever you like. You'll also be able to enter it again whenever you wish.]
"This is… amazing!" he shouted. "But wait—how does time work? If I'm gone for a month, will a month pass here too?"
He could already see it — going home, training, slimming down, and returning to Urokodaki as an absolute beast. The old man's jaw would drop.
[The time difference is 20:1.]
[If you pass twenty days in your world, one day will have passed here.]
"Well… that's still pretty broken," Drake muttered. "Guess I'll take it!"
He grinned. "Alright, System — take me home!"
[Returning…]
His body began to glow, the world spinning around him like a whirlpool of color.
When it finally stopped, he was standing in his living room.
"My house! I missed you so much!" Drake laughed, arms wide open like a man reunited with his long-lost lover.
Then he spotted the kitchen.
"The fridge…" he whispered, eyes gleaming.
He sprinted over, threw the door open, and stared at all the glorious food inside. For a second, he almost grabbed a slice of pizza—
But stopped.
"Drake… remember… you have to become stronger," he muttered, sighing. "Food later. Gains first."
He closed the fridge with resolve. The time for feasting would come once he had the metabolism of Goku or Luffy.
Then another thought hit him.
"Wait… twenty days here equal one day there. I've been in the Demon Slayer world for about ten days, right? Does that mean—two hundred days have passed here?!"
Panicking, he grabbed his phone from the table — the one he'd left behind, just in case he ended up in something like Attack on Titan or Berserk.
He turned it on.
The screen lit up: November 2, 2025. Only twelve hours later.
He blinked. "What the hell?"
Then another notification appeared.
[The time difference reverses whenever you switch worlds. Convenient, isn't it?]
Drake laughed in disbelief. "Convenient? This is beyond convenient — this is broken!"
...
A month had passed since Drake returned to his world.
The once-flabby boy who could barely swing a wooden sword without gasping for air was now a completely different person.
He had lost fifty pounds in just thirty days.
Honestly, he hadn't expected to lose that much. He thought anime logic would've stayed in the Demon Slayer world… but apparently, it had followed him home. It wasn't as strong here, but it was definitely there. Otherwise, he would've turned into a skeleton by now.
Now, at six feet tall and a lean 160 pounds, Drake was jacked.
His physique had transformed thanks to his strict diet, endless hours of training in his backyard, and that mysterious "anime logic" cheat that kept his body running like a machine.
Every morning, his neighbors could hear the thwack-thwack-thwack of his wooden sword cutting through the air, followed by the rhythmic sound of push-ups and squats.
His stats showed the results of his month-long grind:
[Strength: 20 (F)]
[Agility: 12 (F)]
[Vitality: 12 (F)]
[Intelligence: 6 (F)]
[Charm: 40 (F)]
[Luck: 7 (F)]
The most shocking change wasn't his strength or speed — it was his Charm.
He had gone from looking like an average, chubby gamer to a guy straight out of an anime harem. His face had sharpened; his jawline could probably cut through steel, and his once-dull eyes now had that confident, predatory gleam — hunter eyes.
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He caught his reflection in the window and whistled.
"Man… I look like I should be in a boy band."
Girls at school had noticed too. The ones who used to laugh behind his back now giggled when he walked by. The bullies? They didn't even look him in the eye anymore.
But Drake didn't care.
He wasn't training for them.
He was training for himself.
Swing.
Step.
Breathe.
He had repeated these motions thousands of times, and his effort showed in his Sword Mastery skill:
[Sword Mastery]
[Passive]
[Lv. 35 (Exp: 375/12,035)]
[You have grasped the fundamentals of swordsmanship.]
[+19.25% Power, Speed, and Precision to sword techniques (Base 17.5% + Bonus from Swordsman (Common): 1.75%)]
Drake lowered his wooden sword, panting.
He looked at his hands — calloused, strong, and steady.
"Level thirty-five, huh…" he muttered. "Guess I'm ready."
The normal school life was already becoming unbearable. Homework, gossip, boring teachers — none of it mattered anymore.
The Demon Slayer world was waiting.
And this time, when Urokodaki saw him, Drake was going to make his jaw drop.
He smirked, eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Alright, System," he said, tightening his grip on the wooden sword. "Let's go back."
To be continued...
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