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rack, crack, crack. Every blow landed against the training bot like a hammer. Farrin swung one left jab after another, thrust his left arm up, and caught his robotic opposition in a headlock from behind for some dirty boxing. He thrust his fist into the machine's jaw and, in a blink, reduced it to bolts and scrap metal strewn across the grassy patch in the training field. 

"Yuh' see, without boxin' gloves, yuh have less mass ta' cover yer' faces in a traditional boxin' stance, so instead, we're keepin' our left arms out n' ready. We intercept incomin' blows, then probe wit' the same hand fer' weakness, or grab 'em like I jus showed yuh'. After that, yuh' bring the hammer down," he explained the basics of dornálaíocht, Irish bare-knuckle boxing. 

It was a firm foundation atop which he built his Emerald Fist. Farrin was in the third-year class and had long ago earned his reputation as one of the school's most capable hand-to-hand combatants. When he first passed through UA's gates, he was surprised by how many of his peers weren't already well-versed in the art of boxing or at least some similar fighting ability. Now, he took it upon himself to teach as many others as possible. The more fundamentals his peers and younger cohorts were solid on, the greater the chance they would go the distance, which meant more heroes patrolling the streets in a few years. 

"Now, eh, you two," he pointed to the closest of the small gathering, "why dun' yuh give it a go n' see if yuh can replicate what I jus did. We'll take it easy at first, then kick up the intensity as yuh all acclimate." 

Teaching people, plural, was not his strongest suit. It was different than handling others in a one-on-one scenario. But he would give it a go. Even those who laughed at his odd accent shut their yaps when the fists were flying. They respected his abilities. Hopefully, that would see at least a few of them committed. 

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[Lucille Arbogast]

''He's doing pretty great so far, but then again it's Farrin O'Rourke.'' She yawned from atop one of small trees on the outskirts of the training grounds as she held a thermos full of warm coffee and observed him from afar. He already knew she was there to observe, but she had chosen to keep her distance until she was a little more awake. She had been on a night patrol last night, and to make matters worse one of the meetings in the UAU staff room had gone overtime. ''Third and fourth years usually have it together, but I'd rather be here than leave them all unsupervised in case something does happen.'' She took a long sip from her coffee, tasting nothing due to her dead taste buds. Thankfully the caffeine still worked on her.

She took a few minutes to finish her drink, noting how he was pairing some students up and having them train together in the meantime. ''Things are starting to get interesting, I should join them.'' She stretched her arms above her head before jumping out of the tree and making an elegant landing. Normally she would put much more pizzazz into her entrance, but seeing as Farrin was the 'teacher' for the day and she didn't want to disrupt the flow of his class, she instead resorted to approaching from the back of the class, offering him a small wave, big smile and a reassuring thumbs up that he was doing great.

Silently, she took out a clipboard and started jutting down a few notes as she started observing his teaching in more detail.

Farrin

[enma]

Ever since he met Lawbringer, Enma knew that he needed to hone his weaponless skills. Hand-to-hand combat was very real and he would be at a disadvantage if he ever found himself fighting without Raiju or the sword Masao made for him. Arriving at the training grounds after some time of talking himself up, he heard there was a third-year that was leading it. In fact, the third-year was of some renown. Oberon, the Time Turner himself.

If there was anybody who could help Enma translate his fighting prowess with the sword to his own hands, it would be him. In that respect, Enma had little problem getting himself break from his comfort zone and attend. Quietly, he would appear and see the lesson was already ongoing and saw the teacher who recently held the bomb run simulation, Arbogast. Not trying to startle her, he would appear by her side.

"Arbogast-senpai, good morning. Am I still able to join the class? I usually am...very punctual." He didn't immediately make way, observing and wondering how Farrin was as a teacher. Hands behind his back, he gave his teacher a bow and conducted himself formally. There was excitement behind his hesitation, held back only because he would be that guy showing up late. Enma was not that kind of person and didn't like the attention.

Farrin Lucille Arbogast

[Lucille Arbogast]

She was scribbling away when Enma Arashi approached her. He was a second year student that showed a lot of promise, and one of the weapon wielders in the school. She was excited to see him join Farrin's class today, since hand-to-hand combat would probably be unfamiliar territory to him, but he still wasn't afraid of giving it a shot! ''Oh my, Arashi-san! ~ Trying something new?'' She looked over towards Farrin. Knowing him he probably wouldn't mind someone arriving a little late, especially not if they were talented. Leaning in a little closer to Enma, she put a hand over her mouth as she whispered. ''I'm sure O'Rourke-san has room for you, but go ask him just in case.'' She winked at Enma. ''And make sure to call him 'sensei', he'll like that.''

Normally she would just let Enma approach Farrin himself and ask, but that wasn't nearly dramatic enough for UA. Besides, she knew that Enma was looking to improve and had been talking with Lawbringer. ''Oberon-san!'' She raised her voice and waved at Farrin to get his attention. ''Arashi-san said he would love to volunteer for the next demonstration!'' She pointed at Enma, smiling brightly. This ought to be interesting.

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Woefully unprepared.  That's how Kikurage felt at the moment, absolutely woefully unprepared.  She hadn't been at UA University for too long, and even for her current semester it felt like she hadn't done enough to work for her own goals.  Sure she had been getting passing grades, but they weren't really improving the way she wanted.  There wasn't enough time in the world, and in her own mind she was falling behind in what needed to be done.  Something had to change, and after motivating herself for a good week she was finally going to do it.
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Getting out of the dorms, she avoided the temptations of sneaking off campus to go watch a movie or find herself a new book in the local shops.  The temptations of the library were also resisted as she went behind the main building and towards the open grounds that many classes used for basic training.  Her original plan would have been focused on improvement of her own quirk's spore generation and Myco-manipulations, but those went out of the window pretty quickly thanks to the growing group on the grounds.  A group had formed around someone important, a dark haired guy roughly her age having gathered and talking with a good amount of authority to the others.  Meanwhile a Green Haired faculty member that Kikurage remembered seeing working the grounds had pushed a stoic looking guy also roughly her age to volunteer.
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Knowing that she wouldn't be able to enjoy practicing her quirk in peace, Kikurage figured that this was the next best option.  After all, her physique and physical skills were lacking.  So she would quietly assimilate into the gathered group of students, standing a good arm's length away from another student to give the impression that they were paired up for...  Whatever this was.  



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>> Kiku came out to practice her quirk, ran into this training group.  Figured she could slide in and learn what she could, to improve upon her current weakpoint

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er' doin great," Farrin remarked as one student pressed the attack. "Remember ta' keep yer dome back, though. Leave yerself exposed like that n' yer askin ta have yer lights knocked out." 

It was an odd style of boxing most people weren't accustomed to, but damn, was it efficient once appropriately honed. Outside the ring, there were no rules, and dornálaíocht took complete advantage of that. Headlocks, wrestling the opposition to the ground, and knocking their teeth out was all part of it. Harsh stuff, but who cared when their enemies would be the scum and villainy waiting beyond UA's walls, armed with weapons and killing intent.

Farrin gave Phantasmagoria a friendly nod as the two students re-engaged. He didn't want to draw attention away from the bout, but Mama O'Rouke would have whooped his arse if he ignored someone offering encouragement. A loud thud drew his eyes to the ground, where one student wrestled the other into submission. The victim tapped out. 

"Alright, good stuff der. C'mon, back on yer feet, both o' yuh." 

Farrin helped each of the boys up and gave them a once-over for any injuries—a mostly performative measure. It would have been obvious if either were truly hurt, but they all needed to know he was watching for their wellbeing. Alas, they were within the school's walls, and things needed to be done safely here. 

A few bruises and scrapes, a trickle of blood, but nothing insane for a school that routinely threw building-sized bots at the kiddos taking the entrance exam. It was all rather tame. And that's when he heard Phantasmagoria call out to him–another student by her side. 

Time was a precious thing. Farrin knew that better than most. Every second counted. That said, this was no exam or even a real, graded class. He would take anyone and everyone interested in learning to defend themselves and others. 

"Course, course," he shouted back, waving Arashi over. "Eh, we've another volunteer out der?" He asked the crowd. 

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Trying something new? Did the teacher know his proclivity for being careful and reserved? The boy wondered how much the teachers paid attention. Considering he hadn't gotten close to many of them until his second year, the question would be relatively unanswered. People who's profession was to guide someone like a teacher would often be more perceptive than they let on. Some were just bad at their job, but Lucille was not.

Though she was a devil for announcing Enma's presence. If he could wrap his hands around her mouth and run away, he would. That would not only get him penalized, it was cowardly. In a moment of visible shock at her breaking the ice for him, he would look at Lucille and then at Farrin. "Ah, yes. I would like to volunteer. Arashi Enma, Second Year in the Department of Heroes. Nice to meet you, you must be...Oberon."

While it came off as intense, almost like sharp rivals addressing each other, the truth was that he admired Oberon greatly. Third-year who was running a class, time extraordinaire; he was undoubtedly known. Would Helsing ever be half the hero that someone like Oberon would become? "I have heard and observed, I think I can learn a lot from you, O'rourke-senpai." Bowing very respectfully, he would make his way to enter the fray.

Waiting for direction, he'd notice another student would join the area. Would they be joining the lesson? Who would Enma face while sparring? "I normally wield a sword, O'rourke-senpai. Could you give some tips on what doesn't apply to unarmed combat?" He knew his strength and speed would surely apply, but to swing his fists and feet like he was carrying a sword would be clunky.

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Half empty or full... Peering out from between two students Khepri carefully observed the match from their place within the crowd. Seeing others fight each other without stakes was always an exciting experience. Khepri's heart thudded just a bit louder beneath their exoskeleton chest, their breath held while blows were being thrown and released only once the results showed themselves. Offering a friendly nod to the person that just joined them their attention didn't stay on Kikurage for long, the rest of the spar and the following commotion both drawing their gaze. Only when Farrin asked for another volunteer did the catbug turn back to her neighbor. "Oh, did you want to go?" Khepri asked Kikurage maybe a bit too loudly, their ears still buzzing slightly from the excitement of the fight they'd just witnessed. Their happy smile was entirely lacking of judgement making it abjectly clear that it was an honest question. After all, why would she have joined them if not to participate? Well, Khepri could think of a dozen reasons but they hadn't come to mind when they asked the question. That was fine though. If she didn't want to go Khepri could always volunteer themself. It would make watching the fight a bit harder since they'd be participating but learning could be done in many ways. Khepri could barely wait. Either way would be interesting! ...Is all perspective enma, Farrin, Kikurage Shimeiji, Lucille Arbogast

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Thank You Khepri [attr="class","rhythm"] Having arrived in the middle of the entire training group, it honestly felt like there wasn't a good moment to see about offering to join in.  Kikurage didn't really know anyone within this group due to her own recluse nature, and she was finding herself getting a little bit too comfortable watching on the sideline.  She did come here to practice, but it was far too awkward to find a moment to intrude.  If she was patient, a moment where she could actively join would pop up. Her mind was rather cluttered as she didn't realize the person she walked up to was talking to her.  Only after a couple handful of awkward seconds did the redhead realize someone had just talked to her, causing her to whip her head around to look the other person.  Upon looking Khepri up an down did the words register in her head as to the offer of joining in the training, which was met with a nodding, "Yes, I want to go." Which was the end of that sentence, as Kiku seemed a little lost as to how to continue.  Kind of awkward and seeking some sort of direction as she visibly felt uncomfortable as she had thrust herself into this group of people, the crowd just making her feel insignificant like an ant.   >> Kiku accepts Khepri's offer to go, but looks extremely lost as to what to do next (tagged)⏤ Mafdet Khepri ,enma ,Farrin ,Lucille Arbogast

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nfamiliarity. Blink and you would miss it, but Farrin wore his surprise for the briefest possible unit of time. All these years living in Japan and honorifics still didn't come naturally–especially when he was regarded with admiration or a greater respect. It felt like higher expectations, the kind of expectations measured in tons. Still, in that little blink, he recovered a nearly blank stare that melted back into a calm, cool, and collected visage he would meet Arashi Enma with.

"Much appreciated, lad. N' no worries, that's what we're 'ere ta do. Ta learn. Honestly, I dun' really use bladed weapons often, so yuh'll need ta discern some o' the differences yerself. That said, discountin' the obvious, such as range n' techniques, I'd say most people dun' understand quite how personal hand ta' hand is. Nothin' between you n' yer opponent. Maybe you n' I can dive inta it more later." 

When a balled-up fist broke bone, it was felt in the knuckles. The hand throbbed. It usually hurt. When blood was drawn, it was slick against flesh. Hell, sometimes you didn't know if you were wearing your blood or theirs. That could be true in the case of some weapons, but it was almost always true when it came to hand-to-hand. No tools to help do the work for you. It was just you and the opposition. The discussion would have to wait, though. Farrin was still looking for volunteers until Khepri, a face he recognized in the crowd when their voice drew his attention, effectively nudged someone else into action. Fine by him. 

"Alrighty then, Ms...?" He trailed off, waiting for a name. 

Once the introductions were made, he would wave Kikurage over and gesture for a position opposite of Enma. "So, let me show yuh' both the stance again. He firmed up into his fighting stance, keeping his right fist close to his chest while his left was stretched further from the body.

"So, like I was sayin earlier, we dun' have any big boxin gloves on ta' help do our blockin for us. Ta compensate, we're gonna use our off-hand, fer me that's me left, ta intercept incomin attacks in addition ta' probin the opposition," he started to explain, throwing a series of swift left jabs forward, then swiping his hand from one side to the other, simulating those intercepting motions. "Our ultimate objective is ta' create an openin ta' hammer the opponent wit' our dominant hand." He threw a cross-jab to demonstrate, throwing his right fist forward in a blow that would have made bolts of a second training bot. "Or ta create enough space ta catch our opponent in a clinch wit' our off-hand," he finished by simulating a feint attack, then looped his arm downward, as if catching his opposition in a headlock.

 "From there I could wrestle an opponent ta' the ground er' jus batter 'em wit' me right fist. It's called dirty boxin, but our enemies out there won't be playin by any real rules, so we need ta' be as efficient as possible."

This stuff wouldn't fly in a professional boxing match but wasn't designed for that sort of fight. Dornálaíocht and the style of fighting Farrin developed from it were based on using one's fists to debilitate an enemy as swiftly and safely as possible. Swift meant hitting the enemy hard and fast. Safe meant doing that in a manner "professionals" might not like. But effective was effective. And that's what mattered most. 

"Now, want you two ta' try jus' throwin' some jabs n' deflectin ta' start. That's the core skill. Won't be creatin any openings if yuh can't defend yeself n' pressure the opponent." Farrin then turned his attention to the rest of the group. "Rest o' yuh pay attention, because yuh'll all be pairin' up after this initial exchange ta' try it out yerselves."  

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[Kikurage Shimeiji]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Portobello Punchin' [attr="class","rhythm"] Having offered herself to go offer herself up as a training partner with Khepri, it was extremely awkward when Kikurage pretty much left the conversation dangling as...  Well, she didn't know what to do and was essentially looking for some kind of guidance as to how to train this fighting properly. That was when more dominant personality in this entire group, Farrin, recognized Khepri and essentially prompting the redhead to introduce herself.  Kiku would instinctively have a hand dart up to her glasses, pushing them up as she introduced herself as, "Kikurage."  Only to then be waved on over, following his motioning over to where the dark, stoic looking guy was.  He then demonstrated the stance, to which she would try to emulate herself.  Though she had a much more rigid stance, joints locking as she held it the entire time as this guy explained the lack of safety equipment. "Okay, lemme just..." Kiku muttered as she generated black spores from the pores around her hands.  Coating her hands in these spores, they would replant over her flesh in order to form Mycotic flesh.  Mushrooms grew over her hands, in a similar shape as normal boxing gloves however made out of Portobello Mushroom.  "Can do it for you too," Kiku would offer to Enma, and if he accepted would Mushroom Glove his hands too. The Redhead continued listening to Farrin's instructions, learning more about what to do for this spar.  Just silently nodding while trying to absorb this information, as the glasses wearing gal would have her eyes continuously drift over the people here.  Listening the entire time as the instruction of how Farrin wanted the two participants to start throwing hands. "Okay," Was all Kiku said flatly as she would take several steps forward, still maintaining her rigid stance with her left arm held out and her right arm crossed in front of her abdomen.  There was a discomfort definitely evident on her face, as she would try to swing a right arm punch at Enma's torso.  Jabbing a couple times with a definite amount of speedy jabs, but with extremely awkward movements caused by something odd. Kiku wouldn't immediately be able to place exactly why this felt wrong, but maybe to others they would notice immediately.  Kikurage was left handed, and was using a normal fighting stance instead of a Southpaw style... >> Kiku is pulled in and introduces herself >> Creates herself Portobello-mushroom gloves for herself and potentially Enma if he agrees to have some too >> Takes the stance exactly as Farren instructed, though due to being left-handed this was both a rigid stance and didn't feel comfortable to use >> Attempts to create jabs with her right hand in order follow instructions, inadvertently reveals her lack of knowledge of proper fighting stances for a Southpaw. (tagged)⏤ Farrin ,Kikurage Shimeiji ,Mafdet Khepri ,enma ,Lucille Arbogast ,

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[𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲]

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Word travels fast; bunnies travel faster. While I was otherwise preoccupied with my own studies, I had sent out a few blue-eyed, black rabbits to sit in on Farrin’s tutoring. While people spoke highly of him, and rightfully so, I wasn’t impressed. He was nothing compared to his mother. Nonetheless, with genetics like his a little ambition goes a long way — and he had ambition in spades.

I’m fully aware of the disparity between us. Hardwork beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard. But in this case not only is he more talented, but he works harder, too. If I’m to hold him accountable, I’ll need to work smarter. Specialize further. I’ll need to understand everything that makes him tick from the way that he thinks to the unintentional limitations of his body.

A rabbit wasn’t enough.

“You’re using the wrong stance.” It’s not the kind of assessment you can make at a glance. Everyone has a different starting point and some find themselves especially unskilled. There’s no way to know after seeing a few, sloppy jabs. And despite only having stepped into the scene, I had eyes watching from the beginning. Over the course of a few interactions, unintentional preferences reveal themselves if you’re watching.

It helps that I’m left-handed, too.

“Try this,” First I mimic her stance, taking an orthodox approach. Then, I change my lead hand and lead leg in hopes she follows. “It should feel a bit more natural.”

I pay no mind to Khepri and acknowledge Enma with a nod. Then, I head toward Farrin.

“Hope you don’t mind another spectator.” He knows why I’m really here. “And if you need help during a demonstration…” I point to Arbogast which turns into a small wave, never breaking eye contact with the time turner. “I’ll be over there.”

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Kikurage Shimeiji Farrin Mafdet Khepri enma Lucille Arbogast

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[enma]

When Enma was taught how to wield a sword, he was only shown a few basic moves when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Lawbringer had given him some useful advice, but of course he needed a consistent tutor. With the focus on helping Masao be as good a warrior as she was a swordsmith, he hadn't spent enough time learning how to rely on his own body. After the assassination attempt, it was important that he not rely entirely on Raiju or the sword his girlfriend made for him.

That's where Farrin's teachings came in. At first, Enma had rough imitations of what he was being told. It took some workshopping, but he did eventually start to feel where things felt right. While his form wasn't that of a trained boxer or similar unarmed combatant, the fighter in Enma knew what felt right and what didn't when it came to function. The power of a human was that their body could operate like a machine all it wanted, but the brain is what empowered its actions.

Figuring it out like a puzzle and nodding along with Farrin's words, he wouldn't say much in return. When Rahul showed, he would return with a courteous, almost friendly, nod. Eventually, Kikurage and him would get paired up. She formed mushroom gloves, which looked soft and pillow-y. "Oh, sure." It would come in handy, he didn't want to hurt her too badly. As Farrin wanted to teach them 'dirty boxing', he knew that Papa Arashi would be furious to know the warrior wasn't learning something more 'honorable'.

That didn't matter, as Enma learned first-hand that enemies would use any matter of tricks. Villains were the worst of it, thinking on the cybernetic assailant that shifted forms. "Nice to meet you, Kikurage-san. Arashi, Enma." While Enma was learning to balance his movements, he was still keen. Studying Kikurage's approach, she would let off a few awkward jabs that were easy enough to deflect.

Rahul approached and helped her adjust her stance, nodding back at Enma and allowing them to start proper. As Enma would continue with her, he would do as Farrin instructed and block the next attack, only to return with a great force behind his own punch. Enma was strong and didn't know how to regulate his strength properly without a sword. It was one thing to know how a sword cuts, but he didn't fully grasp how his fists could shatter stone.

"Like that, Farrin-senpai?"

Kikurage Shimeiji Farrin Mafdet Khepri Lucille Arbogast 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun flared her nostrils a bit at Rahul's comments. She was in the crowd, but not making an effort to make herself known. Unlike Farrin, Jun's hand to hand skills were self taught; a smattering of boxing, light grappling and counter grappling, and methods to break out of holds so that she could gain distance to better utilize her tools and her environment. Sure, she had overreliance on her quirk, but the crux of her strategy was to finish a fight in as few moves as possible. She was not physically imposing, and endurance was something she didn't have. As much as she and Farrin disagreed on things, today was a good day to pick up a few extra tricks to put into her bag. Who knew if they'd come in handy? Rahul's attitude towards Farrin was unwarranted, though. Jun didn't know anyone that worked remotely as hard as him, and while she was not good at people things his comments were laced with some sort of implication. Question was, what? She'd let that turn over in her head as she stepped out of the crowd to get a little breathing room, pulling out one of the wraps she used for her hands. While she adopted a standard boxing stance most of the time, she never wore gloves as she'd never have them in the field. Instead she protected her hands with wraps and tape to keep her knuckles from fracturing under the pressure of her own blows. It was handy, especially if she accidentally landed a blow with the wrong knuckles. Farrin,Lucille Arbogast,enma,Kikurage Shimeiji,Mafdet Khepri,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,

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[Lucille Arbogast]

She was happy to see a martial arts class that was so lively. Being an inexperienced teacher was never fun, especially not when your students knew about your lack of teaching experience. However, Farrin didn't let that get to him at all from the looks of things. He knew his stuff and he was confident in what he was bringing to the table. He adapted swiftly to Enma and Kikurage volunteering for the next round, and he even used a bit of extra scaffolding to help Enma's learning once he found out that Enma was more accustomed to wielding a sword than throwing a fist. All around he was doing a fantastic job. She couldn't help but muse a little bit to herself at the mushroom boxing gloves too, what a handy power, no pun intended, caw caw!!

She scribbled down a couple more notes, looking up again when Rahul arrived, offering him a smile and a wave in return. She made sure to only speak once he got closer to her, not wanting to raise her voice too loudly and disrupt the class. ''I saw your bunnies, I wasn't sure you were going to show up in person, Clemente-san.'' Rahul was hardly a novice at hand-to-hand combat as far as she was aware, but maybe he showed up because he wanted to support Farrin, or simply thought there was something he could learn either way. Nevertheless, her main expertise as a professional hero was being a rescue specialist. She wasn't here to inspect what was being taught in great detail, just the way it was taught. Otherwise, maybe she should have convinced Mai or Mar to join her...

junsuina, enma, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, Kikurage Shimeiji, Farrin, Mafdet Khepri