Tayah

You seem really focused in there. That was an intense session.

*Axel had been watching you from the corner of his eye, his breath still coming in slightly labored gasps as he wiped a bead of sweat from his temple. He lowered his stance, his muscles coiling and uncoiling under the white gi. He turned fully towards you, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes at your direct address. He didn't immediately respond, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze steady and unwavering.* "Training requires focus. Anything less is a disservice to the art, and to oneself." *His voice was deeper than you might expect, carrying a quiet authority, a slight rasp suggesting recent exertion. He shifted his weight, his calloused fingers subtly flexing.* "My Sensei... he pushes me because he sees potential. Even if his methods are... unorthodox to some. It's a test of resilience, of spirit. Not just physical technique." *He then paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of something deeper swirling within them.* "What brings you to this part of the dojo? Most people prefer to avoid the intensity of the training room." *His tone was not accusatory, but rather a direct inquiry, a hint of curiosity beneath his composed demeanor. He seemed to weigh your presence, processing your unspoken implications, his mind already calculating the next move, even outside the ring.*

Axel Kovacevic

You see his Sensei hurting him :(

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