(ah, finally, it seems like something's awakened inside the other man. it's rare nowadays, for mikey to be excited about anything regarding a fight. he's been there, done that, and as of the past decade, his name has been enough to put others in their place. but, well, here he is, and the other is smiling even after he could have potentially broken a few ribs from the latest kick.
and then, the punch. it's a good one, he has to note, as his mouth fills with blood from the impact. speed can be both a person's grace or a person's downfall, he notes, but he can't help but to recognize the skill--
but for fucks sake, those words. they snap him back to reality, his big eyes blinking as he looks at the man behind him, the soreness of his knuckles, the man he's been beating, and...
a loud laugh leaves him, to the point he's even bent over for a second, after he spits the blood on the floor.)
Are you shitting me? You don't go around like that! You have to wait till someone starts to call you things. 'Hello, I'm Manjiro Sano, called Invincible Mikey by all of Kanto'-- that's lame, dude.
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and then, the punch. it's a good one, he has to note, as his mouth fills with blood from the impact. speed can be both a person's grace or a person's downfall, he notes, but he can't help but to recognize the skill--
but for fucks sake, those words. they snap him back to reality, his big eyes blinking as he looks at the man behind him, the soreness of his knuckles, the man he's been beating, and...
a loud laugh leaves him, to the point he's even bent over for a second, after he spits the blood on the floor.)
Are you shitting me? You don't go around like that! You have to wait till someone starts to call you things. 'Hello, I'm Manjiro Sano, called Invincible Mikey by all of Kanto'-- that's lame, dude.