John stared at the mirror, his reflection staring back — calm eyes, dark hair, and a faint smirk.
"I look like John Wick," he muttered.
If this were one of those web novels he used to read, the title would probably be;
That Time I Reincarnated as John Wick with Hit System.
This brought a smile to his face
But as he studied his face closer, he realized something — he looked younger. Much younger.
Half John Wick's age.
That wasn't bad news. In fact, it was good. He had more time — time to improve, to evolve, to become better than he ever was.
His thoughts drifted back to what had changed since his awakening.
This body… it had inherited his old skills — every technique, every instinct, every ounce of experience from his former life.
The body just needed to catch up. And when it did?
He couldn't even imagine how far he'd go.
And that was without counting the system.
That thought made him pause.
"System…" he whispered.
He raised his hand slightly. "System interface."
A faint purple glow shimmered in front of him.
The same transparent screen flickered to life.
[Synchronization: 5%]
He frowned. "Five percent of Hit… but what does that even mean? Do I have time skip now?"(A/N: Someone asked this in the comments)
New lines appeared as the interface expanded into a proper menu.
[Status]
[System Log]
[Missions]
[Inventory]
He scanned the list. Most of it was self-explanatory. But the System Log… that one caught his attention. He had a hunch that's where his answer was.
He selected it.
A small text window opened.
> System Log:
Records system messages, alerts, and status updates.
Messages fade after a short time; only the most recent few remain visible.
Keeps track of synchronization milestones and ability unlocks temporarily.
That last line stood out.
Ability unlocks.
"Let's see what that means."
He tapped the option.
Three entries appeared — all tagged with the word NEW beside them.
[Superhuman Physical Characteristics] — Passive.
[Stealth Mastery] — Passive.
[Basic Ki Manipulation] — Active.
"All new…" he murmured.
He opened the first.
> Superhuman physical characteristic: Heightened strength, speed, and reflexes. Scales with synchronization progress.
He nodded slowly.
"Yeah… I've been feeling that already."
Next, Stealth Mastery.
> Allows the user to move with near-silent precision. Improves with synchronization.
He smirked.
"A proper assassin's skill."
Finally, Basic Ki Manipulation.
> Grants control over life energy. Can be used to enhance the body, strengthen strikes, and detect nearby lifeforms.
He blinked. "Ki, huh? So that's the Dragon Ball skill building block"
It mentioned things like enhancing strength, sensing life, even energy techniques like Kamehameha — though he doubted Hit ever used that.
"Too bad Hit doesn't use Ki blasts… or does he?"
He closed the interface, hand on his chin.
"So… I've got all that now."
But one question burned in his mind.
"At what point do I unlock Time Skip?"
Just the thought of it made him grin.
He sat back down, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes.
"If Ki is life force… then it should be everywhere, right?"
He took a deep breath, focusing.
"First you focus," he muttered, remembering a quote from Kid Gohan to Shallot in Dragon Ball Legends.
"Then you sweep your surroundings… like seeing with your mind."
The air around him felt still. Then… alive.
Something faint stirred in his body — a pulse.
It wasn't strong, but it was there.
Excitement sparked in his chest. He could sense it — Ki within himself.
It wasn't much, but it was real.
He stretched his awareness outward, trying to feel the world beyond.
Nothing at first.
Then… faint threads of life. Subtle, quiet. Almost like whispers in the woods.
He smiled. "So it does exist here."
He began pushing the energy through his body — experimenting.
Arms. Legs. Shoulders.
Wherever he focused, he felt subtle strength rise.
"Not bad for a start," he murmured.
When he stood up, something caught his attention.
His movement was silent. Effortlessly so.
A realization clicked — Stealth Mastery.
A small grin crossed his lips.
He took a few more steps. Quiet. Invisible.
He chuckled softly to himself.
"Maybe I'll scare someone with this someday."
It was said lightly — but the tone carried something else. A quiet promise. (A/N: Foreshadowing)
He walked around the small cabin — listening, testing, moving.
Then he noticed something odd.
No one nearby. No heartbeats. No presence.
He frowned, extending his Ki sense again.
Nothing. Only wind, trees, and distant noise.
He walked toward the window. From here, he could see the city — distant but visible.
It made sense now. The cabin was deep in the woods. Quiet. Secluded. A perfect safehouse.
"Janet really picked her spots," he muttered.
He wondered when she'd show up. There was a lot they needed to discuss.
He went to the door. It wasn't locked.
He stepped outside.
Sunlight filtered through the trees, warm and golden. The morning air carried the scent of pine and earth.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting it wash over him.
It felt peaceful — the calm before something big.
Ding.
A faint sound from the system interrupted him.
A new message blinked to life.
> Daily Mission Unlocked.
He raised a brow. "Daily mission?"
> 100 Push-Ups.
100 Sit-Ups.
100 Squats.
10km Run — every day.
Reward: Increase Template Synchronization.
John stared at the screen.
"The hell…? Why is my system giving me Saitama's workout routine?"
He sighed. "Well… it does say it'll increase synchronization."
He looked toward the open yard. Nothing to do anyway.
"Guess I'll start now."
But before he could move, he froze.
A sound. Distant, faint, but clear — wheels on gravel.
His enhanced hearing picked it up easily.
A vehicle. Approaching fast.
He narrowed his eyes.
"That's… a car."
His instincts kicked in immediately.
Could be Janet. Could be someone else. He couldn't take chances.
He vanished into the shadows of the trees — silent as air.
Moments later, a black Land Rover Defender pulled up near the cabin.
The engine went quiet.
A figure stepped out — nice figure, composed, wearing dark glasses.
Janet.
She looked around cautiously, scanning the area. Her movement was sharp, professional. She checked left, then right — tension in every motion.
Just as she took her first step, a calm voice came from behind her.
"You certainly took your time."
She froze. Every muscle stiffened.
Someone had gotten behind her — silently.
Instinct took over. She spun, hand raised to strike —
But her wrist was caught. Effortlessly.
When she saw who it was, her glare turned to outrage.
"Jesus Christ, John! You scared the hell out of me! How did you even creep up on me like that?, What are you doing outside?"
John just smirked.
Her rant continued, but he only stood there — quiet, composed.
The faintest grin on his face.