He opened his eyes to a white ceiling.
The incandescent light emitted a somewhat blinding glow.
Roya clutched his head, feeling as if needles were pricking it.
He remembered hitting the jackpot.
The kind of thing you couldn't avoid except being intangible.
And now he was in a strange room, clearly not a hospital, clutching his head.
He really had been transported to another world by truck.
The pricking sensation in his head lessened slightly.
Fragments of memories, not his own, entered his mind.
"My name is Roya."
"Both parents deceased."
"Body level 1.5, mental level 1.1."
"Third year, Class 2, Z City First Martial Arts High School."
"Major combat course: swordsmanship."
"Overall grades average, but high aspirations; hoping to attend Kaido's First Martial Arts University."
These fragmented pieces of information left Roya dumbfounded.
Had he...transmigrated to a high-martial arts world?
Quantified physical and mental indicators, high school studies in various combat styles, and a martial arts university?
Wasn't this a typical urban high-martial arts world?
And besides the scattered memories...
Luo Ya also noticed a transparent panel in front of him with a loading progress bar.
This must be the legendary high-level martial arts cheat code.
A high school senior with average grades, and now he has a cheat code—this is practically a typical urban martial arts protagonist story!
"Student, your mental energy is fluctuating a bit. You'd better rest more." A female voice sounded beside him
as Luo Ya absorbed those fragmented memories. A female doctor in a white coat, with average looks but a very voluptuous figure, reminded him. Luo Ya looked at the female doctor, and as if stimulated, a small fragment of memory surged into his mind. This was the school's infirmary. The female teacher in front of him was the school nurse. A white bed, a female doctor in a white coat sitting on a chair beside it. It made Luo Ya feel strange. This infirmary felt a bit improper; it had a Japanese feel to it. A normal high-level martial arts school hospital shouldn't look like this. "I'm fine, teacher," Luo Ya answered honestly, suppressing his inner unease. At this moment, the pricking sensation in his head had become quite mild. He'd absorbed most of the fragmented memories; perhaps encountering familiar things would trigger the absorption of the original owner's memories. Since the original owner was an orphan, these scattered memories were enough for him. Rather than lying here, he wanted to go to the classroom and begin the high-martial arts life he'd been looking forward to. Seeing that Luo Ya got out of bed, walking and talking normally, the school nurse didn't say much . She prescribed some sedatives and then ignored him. "High-martial arts, huh? I'm really looking forward to it." Luo Ya casually put the medicine in his shirt pocket and walked excitedly towards the infirmary door. At this moment, he was thinking of soaring high and low. He imagined slicing through giant birds, trampling giant beasts, and traversing the void with his physical body. "Shut up! You women are so annoying! Get out of here!" A deep voice rang in Luo Ya's ears as he opened the infirmary door. Even without seeing the person, just hearing the voice, one could sense the speaker's imposing stature. Only the compression of muscles in the vocal tract could produce such a deep, resonant voice. Yet, inexplicably, the voice sounded somewhat familiar. He stepped out of the infirmary and saw a tall man surrounded by three girls. This man was extremely tall, easily 1.95 meters. His black school uniform couldn't conceal his explosive muscles at all; the muscles stretched the clothes, revealing clean, sharp lines. His features were equally rugged, just like his muscles; the black hat couldn't hide the sharpness of his features. However, this most muscular man was Luo Ya's classmate, also a senior high school student. A slight tingling sensation ran through his mind, and Luo Ya's voice, slightly hoarse without him realizing it, greeted him. "JoTaro." Yes, Jotaro Kujo, that was the muscular man's name. For some unknown reason, familiar friends called him Jotaro. "Luo Ya, you're awake." Seeing Luo Ya's appearance, Jotaro pushed past the girls in front of him and came to Luo Ya's side. He was reserved and not very good at expressing himself. After checking that Roya was alright, Jotaro gently patted Roya's shoulder with his right hand. "Shut up!" After doing all this, Jotaro impatiently yelled at the three girls behind him who were swooning over him. All he got in return was the girls' even more infatuated expressions. Roya was speechless.
Of course, he was even more speechless at the sight of the muscular Jotaro in front of him.
He subconsciously moved a little distance away from Jotaro.
His mind was completely in turmoil.
Wasn't this supposed to be a high-martial arts world? Who the hell was this Jotaro?
The name was exactly the same, the height and build were identical, even the personality matched.
This was the Jotaro whose face screamed invincibility.
But his memories clearly indicated that this was his high school classmate.
In fact, they were quite close high school classmates; they had been in the same class three times during the class reshuffle.
High-martial arts schools in the JOJO world?
Are you kidding me?
Roya felt incredibly out of place at this moment.
Meanwhile, Jotaro beside him had already coolly walked ahead, probably heading back to the classroom.
He didn't ask Roya too many questions.
Nor did he complain about waiting for so long at the infirmary.
"Let's go, or we'll be late for the next practical class,"
Jotaro's voice reminded Roya, who was standing still.
"Practical class, huh?"
No matter what, his memories couldn't be wrong.
This world is ultimately a world of high-level martial arts, so it doesn't matter if there are a few anime characters.
First, familiarize yourself with the high-level martial arts courses and activate your cheat ability.
Then, smoothly demonstrate your prowess in front of others and get into a good martial arts university—that's always the right thing to do.
Roya comforted himself, telling himself not to think too much, and that honestly improving himself was the most important thing.
With that thought in mind,
Roya followed Jotaro's footsteps.
Walking through the school building, his memories of this place from his previous life gradually resurfaced.
The more Roya walked, the more familiar he became with the school.
He parted ways with Jotaro at a stairwell.
Their main combat courses were different.
Roya chose kendo, while Jotaro focused on hand-to-hand combat.
Unlike Roya's poor performance, in his previous life's memories, Jotaro's grades were quite good.
Watching Jotaro's broad and strong body disappear into the stairwell, Roya couldn't help but sigh.
For a high school senior to grow up like that, he could be considered to have an innate high-level martial arts physique.
In the original work, Jotaro was a fighting expert, easily defeating adults even as a child.
Arriving in a world of high-level martial arts, I wonder what kind of powerful man I'll grow into.
Thinking this to himself, Luo Ya unknowingly arrived at the door of the kendo classroom.
The kendo classroom was quite large; after all, there was also practical combat training, and it wouldn't be possible to practice in a small space.
"Hey, Luo Ya, I heard you fainted."
Just as Luo Ya stepped into the kendo classroom, a very pretty girl smiled and greeted him, revealing her delicate little tiger teeth.