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Huh . . .

[some people might take that as some kind of insult.

Nue just looks intrigued]

'N ya did that for Kiryu?

Yep. Started off by beatin' his ass into the ground just ta prove I could do it without breakin' a sweat, then got down to his level.

Shit, so technically, yer the reason he hits like a goddamn truck.

[a thoughtful look, followed by a grin]

Makes me wonder if ya were doin' that for me.

I mean. Yer a special kind've exception.

[ so. yes. ]

[the grin gets wider]

Which means ya prob'ly were back home, too.

. . . if I had ta guess, yeah. Prob'ly.

[his face goes serious, very deep consideration here.

For like five seconds lbr]

Good. Means yer as strong as I've always thought ya were.

Means I gotta keep gettin' stronger, too.

It ain't somethin' I like ta advertise fer obvious reasons. Must've not come up back home fer whatever reason.

[ like him being a sadsack . . . ]

We had a whole lot of other shit ta talk 'bout. But I won't tell no one.

An' prob'ly a lotta Tojo bullshit ta sort out. It never ends with 'em.

Mhm. It still ain't endin'.

I ain't gonna talk 'bout it, though; we're supposed ta be relaxin'.

Don't think there's any point in talkin' 'bout it, anyway. S'gonna happen whether we like it or not, which makes relaxin' like this all the more important an' shit.