Description: Frei enteres the Kyokugen dojo to discuss potential advertisement for the YFCC. Takuma is actually unable to speak in any language but punching. A pleasant discourse follows.
One of these days, Frei resolves, he is going to get out of Southtown, like he planned, and start training, like he planned, and then everything will be just fabulous. As it is, SNFs and discussions with people and a gnawing sense of duty to the YFCC have kept him orbiting Japan's fight-iest city for some time now. All in all, though, it's not such a bad thing, he muses, as he walks down Southtown's streets, a large bundle under one arm and a cloth-wrapped, smaller bundle with a carrying cord attached in the other.
Fall is kind to this city; the marine climate keeps the temperature from dropping too ridiculously, and there are enough tree-lined streets that he can enjoy plenty of vistas like the one facing him now: leaves in all of fall's most vibrant colors drift through the air at speeds and vectors as varied as their hues. It's almost the reverse of the cherry blossom festival one might find on these very streets six months from now; both display the coming and going of seasons with swirls of color.
The leaves crunch under the young sage's feet as he steps down the sidewalk until he finds his destination: the Kyokugen Dojo. The door to the public is, presumably, open, and there is no sound that seems out of place for the dojo on this crisp fall day, yet inexplicably, the redhead clutches his burdens to himself closer and rather than walking in directly, he peeks around the corner of the gate and only enters when he is SURE that nothing is coming at him.
Like that wrecking ball that one time. It can scar a man, is what I'm saying.
Presumably satisfied that he's not about to be demolished to make way for a Starbucks, Frei rounds the corner and heads inside, hoping to soon find one of the dojo's practitioners.
It's true, Southtown is gorgeous in the fall. Many people don't take the time to realize this, as the city's forest is isolated to its northern perimeter and an afterthought to the interstate splitting the vista, but the Kyokugen Dojo is -right- at that forest's edge. In fact, Takuma is regarding the same forest at this very moment, kicked back in a lawn-chair on his house's back porch. The trees are an impossibly complex blend of reds, yellows, and oranges, and veritably a sea of flame. It's downright beautiful.
Frei will find the Dojo's front littered with students of all shapes, sizes, and talents. Children spar under the watchful eye of more adept teachers, while teenagers practice projecting chi and emulating the famed Haoh Sho Ko Ken. The beginners and troublemakers busy themselves with menial labor, unassisted by tools - chops, punches, and kicks work to shape the raw materials that keep the Dojo in its tip-top shape.
There are no wrecking balls, but one particularly perceptive student catches sight of Frei, the bundles, the -noteworthiness- of this intruder. He runs to his instructor. His instructor runs to HIS instructor. Eventually, somebody's running to Takuma. With a simple, appreciative grunt, the Kyokugen patriarch is getting out of his seat, and entering the training grounds.
He's approaching Frei, expression curious.
"Who's this?"
It is amazing the things that make people stand out. Take wearing grey and blue in a sea of people wearing white, for example. Or being a freckled redhead living in Japan. Hell, apparently even having years of public, televised appearances as a fighter can even do the trick if you're feeling gutsy enough. Whichever one of these things it is that does it, a bewildered Frei is left sitting in the practice field while Kyokugen Underling #4 runs inside. If you're clever and perceptive, you can even see the chain of people working its way through rooms and floors as a combination of silhouettes behind paper screens, whispers that are more voce than sotto, and on one occasion what Frei THINKS is the sound of someone dropping something.
His inner Discworld novel reader makes him raise an eyebrow and go, "AND a dog?" to himself at that one.
But then Takuma himself emerges from the building. The two have never met, that Frei can recall, but you only need to talk to Yuri or Ryo a couple of times -- or Hotaru, for that matter, who also spent some time here -- to get an impression of Takuma Sakazaki vivid enough to match against a name and face is not exactly a herculean effort. For his part, Frei actually seems genuinely surprised and impressed that the head of the dojo was summoned for what the YFCC instructor feels is 90% dog and pony show, 10% favor.
One of the things he's carrying -- Takuma's got a sharp enough eye to tell that it's a wooden practice sword wrapped in cloth -- gets slung up on Frei's shoulder, and the redhead extends a hand with a smile. "My name is Frei... I don't think we've met, but you must be Takuma-sensei. It's a pleasure."
Somewhere in Frei's mind, he realizes that what Takuma is going to do is shake his hand car salesman-ly hard, and so he prepares to try and not scream out in pain as his finger bones are ground to powder.
"Frei, huh," grumbles Sakazaki. Yes, his eye is sharp enough to catch the practice sword over the youth's shoulder - it is something he regards with no small degree of irritation. To his mind, weapons have no place in the dojo. Even so, it's a salesman's smile that graces his face, and, yes, a salesman's handshake that graces Frei's outstretched hand.
*KRUNKXGL*
"You're a fighter!!" Takuma *thinks* Frei is a fighter. He's almost positive. One of the students behind Frei is nodding emphatically - Takuma's probably right. "I can tell," he continues, "by the way you stand. Good balance - determined eyes. You're carrying something critical." If the old master's really deducing any of what he says, he's not showing it. Bravado wins out.
"Hah! I bet you're here to study!! That's fine, we have some openings in the intermediate levels, but I'll need to make sure you're able to pay the fees for tutelage..." This is a man in his own world. Takuma steps back, bowing curtly, in the manner of one who anticipates formality, and reciprocates as impersonally as possible.
Then the long, expectant pause.
"...Alright, what are you here for?"
To his credit, Frei does not wince. He super wants to, but what is key to know here is that among the people he works with, Frei is the *most subtle*. Your alternatives are Alma 'Sequins' Towazu, for example. Comparatively speaking, the man is Solid Snake. Still, that smarts, and he does not in any way have enough pride so that he hides his hand behind his back as he attempts to shake some feeling back into it, though he has enough politeness that he does so slightly at his side and out of direct line of sight.
The verbal assault, however, is more intense than the handshake, and for the briefest of moments the red-haired fighter, blinking in confusion, suddenly feels exceptionally self-conscious, as if Takuma had requested a mail order bride from Russia and Frei had just been rolled off the truck by the Bratva with nothing more than a bag of ill-fitting camisoles and a bill of lading. Then Takuma lays down the bomb and Frei decides that the quickest way to get back from being lost as sea is to lash himself to a shark and hope for the best.
"Ah, thank you, sir," he says, turning somewhat to reveal the OTHER bundle he's carrying: posters. Specifically, posters with the YFCC logo advertising a 'scholar-fighter tournament,' whatever the hell that means, and it is this small stack of such signs that Frei presents to Takuma. "I work at the Young Fighters Community Center." An embittered inner voice, reflecting on how often people come in to work, follows momentarily with: you're the ONLY person who works at the Center.
Thankfully, like his screams of pain, such acidic commentary finds no purchase on his tongue and he continues on, undisturbed. "We're holding a small tournament soon for high school seniors who are fighters... the prize is a little scholarship money. We'd love for anyone from your dojo who's eligble to come... I brought you some flyers."
Now, the stack of paper is thrust forward, and Frei has his own turn for a beat or two to pass before he says, conversationally, "It might be interesting to take a lesson or two here. Provided you've gotten rid of that wrecking ball, or at least moved it somewhere safe."
Throughout Frei's explanation of his presence, Takuma's expression sours. Sours, sours, and sours. He's NOT here for training, he's here to offer SCHOOL money to his roughest fighters!!! In private, Sakazaki might rebuff the offer as foolish ("My pupils don't NEED school!"), but here, he is forced to graciously (if obviously unhappily) accept Frei's offer.
"Hah, that's fantastic!! The YFCC has been a great training ground for my boys and girls - I'm sure they'll love the opportunity to make an impact on the city, and further their education in the name of Kyokugen." A small cheer arises from the gathered pupils; Sakazaki ignores it. His eyes are riveted on Frei's, his expression rather pointedly competitive. This boy... will -pay- for distracting the martial professionals.
"So you think it would be interesting to take a lesson here? I understand your interest..." Sakazaki gestures to a clutch of training seniors - person-sized fireballs fly between pupils, translucent for the purpose of non-lethality. They are Haoh Sho Ko Kens in everything but intensity. Takuma continues, "It is absolutely a privilege to be able to command this kind of energy. I can't think of many fighters able to stand up to an undiluted Haoh Sho Ko Ken."
The teacher grins, and one eyebrow spikes into his hairline. "...If you're so interested, why bring a sword to the dojo? We're not going to need it, where you're going. Weapons break. Fists don't."
Don't bring up medicinal bullshit, here - Takuma Sakazaki has never (frequently) broken a (many) bone(s) in his entire life! Truly, the trained are prepared for damage.
"Hm. Well... as it's said..."
Let us freeze frame for a moment here so that we can observe it as the singularity point where things, already on thin ice, crack and descend beneath the dark, forbidding arctic sea below. In the imaginary, Takuma swims below, the stark black and white of the orca like war paint, while Frei, under the sun above, is a glossy seal, balancing something on his nose probably.
At least, that's the idea.
However Frei can't read metanarrative and, as such, charges on heedless of the danger. "A weapon is only as good as its wielder, yes? By itself a weapon is sort of useless. But I carry it as... a reminder. Or maybe..." And here, he turns his head skyward, pressing a finger to his chin, before bringing his gaze unflinchingly (for now) back to Takuma's. "A totem, maybe. If it bothers you I can manage without it, though," he adds, shrugging the cloth-wrapped wooden blade from his shoulders and setting it on the ground near the outer wall.
For a moment he turns to watch the students practice, and smiles a genuinely rueful smile at it. "I haven't had much luck teaching people at the center how to use their chi," Frei admits, shaking his head, turning back to Takuma. "But I don't think many of them have the 'knack.'"
That statement hangs in the air for long moments of silence, broken only by the training students, until Frei drops a neutron bomb into the void.
"I'm gathering you'd like to see if I can handle it before you'd allow me to sit in?" the redhead says, shifting his weight and taking a deep breath, hands up at torso-ish height. Not many fighters can stand up to an 'undiluted' Haoh Sho Ko Ken, huh?
The nasty part of Frei -- a part of him used very infrequently, and thus prone to comment -- notices this little conversational back door.
"I'd be honored to do so."
This won't end well.
COMBATSYS: Frei has started a fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Takuma has joined the fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Takuma
Frei thinks he's dropping bombs, and truthfully, he is. Few instructors would be pleased to hear such obstinate words from even prospective pupils. To Frei's benefit, several students behind him are making the "OHHHHHHH SHIT" face - Takuma sees them, frowns, and refocuses on Frei.
"Honored, eh?? So you come to my dojo offering scholarships to my best pupils - an insult at the best of times! - and then ask to experience what I've got to teach?" Sakazaki leans back - he's an incorrigible sort - and laughs, loud, abrupt, and thoroughly amused. It's the sort of thing you have to practice.
His attitude changes, abruptly - it's about the time Frei mentions being honored to do so. Suddenly, mirthful eyes harden, parted lips close, and somewhere, spread fingers clench into fists. This part also takes practice. Takuma Sakazaki is a master.
Immediately, Frei will find the Kyokugen Patriarch lashing hands towards his top, clutching fingers into his clothing, and throwing him - BRUTALIZING him - over a hip, into a high-velocity downwards toss.
"It'll take eighteen backflips to absorb this one!!! Show me your vigor!"
COMBATSYS: Takuma successfully hits Frei with Combo Grapple.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Takuma
Well, you sort of have to expect the head of a school to want to make a good strong point in front of his students, right? Thus when Takuma seems to upshift from Vague Interest to Deadly Disdain to Outright Fury Frei doesn't have time to actually ponder what leaps of logic are taking the Kyokugen master from individual gear stops; he has to focus on the destination and, in this case, the destination appears to be the ground about 2 yards Takuma-ward of Frei's starting position, the YFCC instructor not reacting even remotely quickly enough to stop that from happening.
For a second, the be-freckled redhead looks up at the sky in unblinking confusion, before he gets to his feet with a quick flip, dusting himself off (and barely perceptibly, muttering: 18 what now?). But soon enough he's on his feet and nodding once in Takuma's direction.
Sadly, for looking more like a leprechaun than a fighter, Frei is damned resilient. That unfortunately for him means this MAY go on slightly longer than is healthy for him.
He doesn't have Takuma's speed, but like a dutiful student, Frei does his best to emulate the spirit of that attack, if not its form. Rushing forward, he tries to grip the front of Takuma's gi, then shove him off-balance. If he can manage that, somehow, he presses both hands forward, only just stopping them from touching the Kyokugen master... and then there's a force, a ripple in the air, intended to send Takuma flying.
COMBATSYS: Takuma endures Frei's Strong Throw.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Takuma
Outright Fury??? Perhaps, but it's definitely not Fatal Fury. Currently, Fatal Fury rests on the cornerpost of the Sakazaki couch, in the middle of the Sakazaki living room, awaiting Terry. He typically shows up on the weekends, if only because the city's volunteer hostels are closed. Sakazaki regards Frei - the youth moves with grace, with determination beyond what he'd expect out of a student. Briefly, he feels pride - he called this one. Intermediate for sure.
And then Frei's recovering from -his- throw. Further, Frei's launching one of his own!! Sakazaki finds his gi taken hostage, and then he's hurtling (all 190 pounds) over Frei's shoulder, hitting the ground shoulder first, grimacing in spite of the moment's excitement. Who IS this kid?? Why hasn't Sakazaki seen him before??
Students suck breath in between clenched teeth.
Takuma's got no mind for it, however - his demonstrations against visitors prove educational for his students. Today's lesson happens to be Chi Concentration During Trauma, and any fool can tell Sakazaki's sucking in the Earth's energy through his pain. By the time he rolls to a kneel, facing Frei, his arms are practically -glowing-. The old master can't help but grin - brown eyes shine, mirthful - "DID YOU WANT TO TRY A FIREBALL, SON??!"
"HAOH SHI---- *PHGOOOOOOOOOOOOM*" That is the sound of a screaming old man being drowned out by his own damn fireball.
COMBATSYS: Takuma successfully hits Frei with Haoh Sho Ko Ken.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Takuma
Being a scholar...
"Hm. I sort of did ask for it, di--"
...is a tough life.
Academically, Frei is aware that both the Ansatsuken tradition and the Kyokugen tradition of karate (or karate-like) have some big freakin' chi attacks in them. Frei himself was taught a variant (of a variant) of the Hadouken by Sakura a long time ago, for example. The Haou Sho Ko Ken, however, he has yet to experience, despite having faced down every major Kyokugen practitioner BUT Takuma at this point. When the old man decides to give Frei the proverbial business, he feels a combination of both excitement (at learning something new) and trepidation (for obvious reasons).
When it inevitably comes he tries to hunker down and just... weather the hurricane, but frankly even Frei's well developed chi defenses aren't going to handle THAT without considerably more time to prepare than he got. What basically happens is the massive wave of energy slams into the redhead and then knocks him through a tree. Not into a tree: THROUGH a tree, one that is suddenly a lot shorter than it used to be with the roughly 5' section of trunk that is now, uh, missing.
All is quiet, for a moment.
Then eventually Frei, lurching himself upright, emerges from a bush, and starts stumbling back toward Takuma. It didn't kill him in one go, so hey, bonus points there. He's even talking, or theorizing which is like talking but less comprehensible. "I think I get it... Yuri had that fireball she threw, but it was one-handed... so if you resonate with both hands, maybe...?" What?
Frei comes to a stop in front of Takuma, and nods (groggily) at the Kyokugen master. "That was enlightening, actually, thank you. Hopefully this will come as some small repayment."
Holding one hand palm-down over his sternum, the young chi sage starts intoning things like he's on one of those fantasy shows the students probably watch. "O golden light that soars with the sun, red-plumed wings of crimson flame. Honor our pact and appear before me!"
Then: uh, fire. A LOT of it. The blaze spills out from under Frei's hand and then becomes a towering corona of swirling fire that surrounds the young fighter, eventually taking the rough form of a phoenix, wings spread and following the motions of Frei's arms, roughly speaking.
With that, he all but leaps at Takuma, shouting "Flames of rebirth, blaze eternally! Suzaku!" It would NORMALLY be a sort of leaping punch, but frankly, Frei's fist making contact or not is irrelevant. It's that sweeping, phoenix-shaped construct of chi flame that's the real issue, here.
You'd almost think the guy feels threatened.
COMBATSYS: Takuma blocks Frei's Shinra Banshou.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Takuma
He's demolished a tree. Really, between the awed students and the decimated fauna, Sakazaki can't be happier. Assuming that Frei is the average supplicant, there's nothing left to do - kid can't stand up after the Sho Ko Ken, and really, that's the end of it. Takuma's already getting to his feet, prideful, by the time Frei's doing the same.
It's that belligerence that brings the pause to Sakazaki's movements, the trepidation to his features. Once again, an eyebrow shoots into his hairline. Once again, he's assuming a combative stance. Just -who- is he fighting...?? That blow would have knocked the majority of his students OUT. While he's not so egotistical as to assu---
"Nobody but one of my own students could've taken that, boy." Maybe he i-
"Just what are you playing at?? Do you want it aga-" Pause. Sakazaki's eyes widen - just what is Frei bringing to bear?? The youth leaps towards him - Takuma easily pulls away. Still, his arms rise, protecting his face, his chest. The phoenix-shaped blaze of reciprocation flails against shoulders, arms, hands, stomach - nothing vital. Sakazaki breathes an obvious sigh of relief, but then those arms are moving once again. A potent energy builds within them, and he can't help but shout:
"You've got talent!! Deal with the basics, and show me your resolve, son!!" -- The students around him know what this means: Should Frei wish it, he has a home in the Dojo. He just needs to stand up after this next attack.
COMBATSYS: Takuma successfully hits Frei with Ko'ou Ken.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Takuma
The best way to stand up? Don't fall down.
It has struck Frei that the best way to impress Takuma Sakazaki is to be able to handle all this ridiculous force the older fighter is dishing out. Now... Frei is not confident about his ability to do this *long term* because the experience gap is a little too wide and while Frei is tough, he's not THAT tough. It occurs to him that were Takuma coming at him with physical assaults, he'd probably be laid out on the dojo grounds by now.
HOWEVER. This also means that rather than trying to do anything fancy, when Frei sees the golden projectile that is a staple of Kyokugen coming his way. Instead he... well, to be perfectly blunt he dives right at it. Unfortunately, weakened as he is -- and slightly exhausted after pulling out his biggest move right off the bat -- the intended effect is not quite the same. The Ko'ou Ken hits him in the stomach, sending him sliding backwards across the dirt of the courtyard so hard he leaves little grooves, but it does not so much bowl him over. Of course, any tactical advantage surprise may have given him is now erased by the distance between himself and Takuma -- which is even wider than it used to be -- he hopes, to some extent, that was worth it.
"I don't know about resolve," he says, sounding a little embarassed, even, "but it's been an honor to see some of your techniques in action, Sensei, especially after fighting some of your students on the circuit." He recalls well a battle against Robert Garcia and... uh... crazy guy with the chi blades who did a lot of yelling.
What's his name. ...probably not important.
But he charges right back in. Lord only knows why. He has one fist raised, glowing with some hazy yellow-gold energy, and then stops JUST short of trying to punch Takuma. Instead, he punches the *ground*... and then the ground tries to punch Takuma, by wit of it suddenly exploding upward thanks to the shockwave Frei just caused.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Takuma with Reiki.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Takuma
Well, if there were ever a weak point to Takuma, it's his pride. Frei's explanation of the -honor- one receives, being even able to -experience- Takuma's masterful technique... well. It's almost as bad as Fly Honey was.
Weathered fists settle knuckle-down atop either of Takuma's hips, and he leans back, grinning. "Ah?? You ran into Ryo, then??? I take it his Kohou is coming along, yes... and Robert's been relying far too much on the Ryuugeki Ken, but I'll break his ankles one day or another. No, the important think about Kyokugen is the -variety-, son, and it's variety that makes a fighter more effective than any tank or missile. Why, think back to the Shaolin Incident of 1920! They'd brought a great big tank to one of Tibet's temples, tried to threaten the monks into giving up their land and resources for the sake of supplying food and farmland to an overpopulated China---"
Already, surrounding students are clutching their ears. Takuma has neither moved nor taken a breath. By now, Frei is stamping the ground a foot from his face.
"---rolled right up to the defiant monk, it did, and shot a great big warhead straight into his hand!! And you know what happened? You know what happened, s-
*WHOM*
-on?" Takuma Sakazaki is in the air, karategi tattered, limbs flailing, calves already showing signs of irritation and eventual bruising. Those students still watching will -catch- Takuma's smile, which has not for one second stopped.
He executes a full somersault in midair, lands before Frei, kneeling, fist cocked back -- and LAUNCHES it into the youth's midsection.
"He didn't flinch."
COMBATSYS: Takuma successfully hits Frei with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Takuma
Well, and then he's right there in front of him. That is a poser, but for the record, when Takuma lands in front of him and appears to be pointing a fist directly at Frei's stomach, the redhead actually looks more like he's just seen a surprising chess move than being particularly shocked.
He doesn't flinch, either. He's a little slow trying to defend himself, though, and thus goes flying into the dojo wall.
Thankfully, he's not heavy enough to crash through it. One assumes the Kyokugen Dojo is Built Tuff and can take a Frei or two hurled at it. In his head, he is replaying Takuma's story, having lived in China himself, and trying to judge it as best he can. Yes, the monk probably didn't flinch. But it was a tank shell and, Shaolin or not, said monk also probably DIED. However, that is a matter for another day.
It takes a lot of effort for Frei to get back up this time, but now he's bloody determined to just keep coming at Takuma until he literally falls over. Though that might be soon. He holds his hands in front of him, palms in, as he approaches Mr. Karate. Inside the space between his hands, a glowing ball of pure white light starts to gather. And... his steps are more stumbles and his shirt and jeans are ripped and he really looks like he's had better days. But that ball of light keeps glowing. "I haven't fought Ryo yet. Unless you count the wrecking ball." Someone's bitter.
"But thank you for the spar, Sensei. It's been instructive... and I wanted to throw out every attack I could, though... this might be the last one."
He sweeps one hand out, palm up, and the ball of light he was gathering becomes seven smaller motes that fly toward Takuma, but not 'at' him... rather, they sink into the ground around him. Then Frei clenches his fist and raises it slightly... and from where the light orbs entered the ground, pillars of white light suddenly streak upward toward the sky, looking to 'impale' Takuma with their radiance.
"Well... now I feel better," Frei admits, before toppling over onto his back.
COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Takuma blocks Frei's Hokuto Rekkoudan.
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It's that 'not flinching' thing that leaves Takuma with the smile on his face. See, if Frei had done something like freak out, or overcompensate with his block, or even flaildodge out of the way... well.
He'd be immediately disqualified for training.
Instead, the YFCC representative makes his motions fluid, an extension of his ability and instinct, and inasmuch as they are ineffective, they're equally an admission of lesser capability. It is honesty incarnate, and who is Takuma Sakazaki to walk away from such a display without some degree of faith in this new pupil?
For that matter, Frei's slow-walk towards Takuma is equally appreciated - here is a kid who just will not give up. It's what Kyokugen is all about. Power in the face of adversity. Sure, he's falling down in front of Takuma's feet, and sure, the Kyokugen master is hardly throwing a hand up - those tuned to such can easily witness the earthen energy flowing through and around Sakazaki, soaking up most of the brunt of Frei's energetic assault. The old man is only slightly battered for it, and turns on his heel, walking away from the makeshift "arena".
To those he passes: "Get that boy to one of the trainers, and make sure he's got a Kyokugen gi with him when he wakes up. I want -all- of you to pay attention to how he fought - dainty methods, but if he didn't have ten times the enthusiasm and balls I wish you kids would, I'm not Takuma Sakazaki! Nobody tell him I said that! Just make sure he's got the gi, make sure you're putting those fliers up, and give him my brochure!" By the time he's finished speaking, Sakazaki is gone, disappeared into his personal lodgings, and his personal hot-tub. The muscles, they are sore, even if he won't admit it.
COMBATSYS: Takuma has ended the fight here.
Log created on 02:23:50 11/14/2010 by Takuma, and last modified on 02:36:09 11/21/2010.