[ Nishikiyama is relieved to see that Mine is goodβ that his diamond-cut and analytical mind, sometimes alarming in how removed it is from his peers, makes a formidable weapon while conducting his fists. There's no unbridled fury, no sloppiness to them. Every move is calculated and with purpose. The reason he'd defeated Kanda, knowing this now, becomes very obvious to Nishikiyama. He slowly exhales his cigarette smoke while Tashiro stumbles from a leg parry. It shakes out into the air when Nishikiyama laughs to himself, Kanda beside him backseating and hollering louder like someone's crazy dad or sports team coach.
Mine is talented. What worry had been in Nishikiyama's stomach, made anxious by Kazama's earlier appearance, has now melted. Not because Kazama's fighter is completely terrible or anything, but more because Mine has evolved in such a short span. If this is his starting point, where will he go from now? He's himself into a bleed of instinct and rich boy martial arts experience, compulsively shaped and finessed every detail. Actually, should Nishikiyama have even been surprised? Maybe this is why he'd been so confident before. It hadn't been out of naivety. As Mine navigates the ring, Nishikiyama's eyes drift to the vibrant kirin on his back. He wants to see it up close.
Nishikiyama snaps for someone's attentionβ ]
Sake.
[ It isn't Kanda who accepts the command, someone else shuffling to pass a chilled and unopened bottle to him. He drinks it straight from there, leaning forward in his seat for a better view of Mine below when he swallows. ]
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Date: 2024-02-04 01:55 am (UTC)Mine is talented. What worry had been in Nishikiyama's stomach, made anxious by Kazama's earlier appearance, has now melted. Not because Kazama's fighter is completely terrible or anything, but more because Mine has evolved in such a short span. If this is his starting point, where will he go from now? He's himself into a bleed of instinct and rich boy martial arts experience, compulsively shaped and finessed every detail. Actually, should Nishikiyama have even been surprised? Maybe this is why he'd been so confident before. It hadn't been out of naivety. As Mine navigates the ring, Nishikiyama's eyes drift to the vibrant kirin on his back. He wants to see it up close.
Nishikiyama snaps for someone's attentionβ ]
Sake.
[ It isn't Kanda who accepts the command, someone else shuffling to pass a chilled and unopened bottle to him. He drinks it straight from there, leaning forward in his seat for a better view of Mine below when he swallows. ]