"Yeah...I have my coach to thank for that. I'm just glad no one got seriously hurt."
He'd barely even noticed the alcohol with how sweet the drink was, but it was definitely there, not that he minded. His smile took a more nostalgic twinge as he remembered all the training Coach Kamogawa had put him through. Even when he felt like passing out, all he had to do was imagine his mitts and his body just instinctively knew where to put his punches. Even when he was at his worse and his Mojo felt like it was running out, he could still feel the encouraging slap on his back driving him forward, just like all of those times in the ring.
"If...you don't mind me asking, how does your arm work?"
It had caught his eye beforehand, but he'd always thought it a little too rude a subject to broach until right now. That was probably the alcohol, but the curiosity was too much for him to resist now.
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He'd barely even noticed the alcohol with how sweet the drink was, but it was definitely there, not that he minded. His smile took a more nostalgic twinge as he remembered all the training Coach Kamogawa had put him through. Even when he felt like passing out, all he had to do was imagine his mitts and his body just instinctively knew where to put his punches. Even when he was at his worse and his Mojo felt like it was running out, he could still feel the encouraging slap on his back driving him forward, just like all of those times in the ring.
"If...you don't mind me asking, how does your arm work?"
It had caught his eye beforehand, but he'd always thought it a little too rude a subject to broach until right now. That was probably the alcohol, but the curiosity was too much for him to resist now.