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Chapter 643

Day 130 – Late Night, White Weirdo Inn

Mismatch, my mental image, bodily sensation, and calculated values are all out of sync, and when that happens, I stumble. Yeah, that hurts. Right, in this state leg techniques are a no-go. Okay, got it!

But why is it that after coming to another world, I’ve ended up doing so much radio calisthenics? If this were one of those stamp-based systems where you get a prize after enough sessions, surely by now I’d have amassed a colossal fortune and risen to become a magnate! Fine then, should I summon Middle-Aged Man the Radio Calisthenics Instructor?

「One, two, three, four, guoohhh!, five, six, seven, eight, oowww!」

(Jiggle-Jiggle, Jiggle-Jiggle, Jiggle-Jiggle, Jiggle-Jiggle)

Everything feels so out of alignment that the harder I try to consciously control it, the rougher it gets. But if I can’t even control my body at the level of basic calisthenics, then not just daily