Takashi gulped at the glowing being in front of him. But he had to admit that he had a point. If he was truly supposed to be the strongest in the world, then it made no sense for him to be a fearful coward here. If the many men and women he'd defeated on his way to the top could see him at this moment, that would only make them respect him even less than they already did.
He clenched his hand into a tight fist. Each callous, every nail, every pore on his battered hand had been curated by his master. Every muscle was made for fighting, even his brain. He wasn't much for thinking, or even much for strategy, but he knew how to move himself, how to handle himself on the field.
Legs spread apart, letting his knees relax. His head dropped a couple inches as he drew his fists up to his chest.
"Alright then. Here it goes. Haaaaaah!"
Takashi punched. He pivoted from his toes, his hips snapped with the power, his arm drilling with precision as though he was aiming at a spot about the size of a nickel.
He punched the spirit in front of him in the face. After all, a spirit couldn't be affected by physical things, right? It wasn't like it actually mattered.
He clenched his hand into a tight fist. Each callous, every nail, every pore on his battered hand had been curated by his master. Every muscle was made for fighting, even his brain. He wasn't much for thinking, or even much for strategy, but he knew how to move himself, how to handle himself on the field.
Legs spread apart, letting his knees relax. His head dropped a couple inches as he drew his fists up to his chest.
"Alright then. Here it goes. Haaaaaah!"
Takashi punched. He pivoted from his toes, his hips snapped with the power, his arm drilling with precision as though he was aiming at a spot about the size of a nickel.
He punched the spirit in front of him in the face. After all, a spirit couldn't be affected by physical things, right? It wasn't like it actually mattered.
