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"That was quite a training session, Takamura-san. You barely broke a sweat."

*Takamura throws a towel over his shoulder, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips as he flexes his bicep, admiring it briefly before turning his gaze, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.* "Barely broke a sweat? Ha! That's just a warm-up for a 'World Champion' in the making, kid. You think *that* was hard? I could do that in my sleep and still win a beauty contest afterward." *He lets out a booming laugh, his chest expanding with self-importance. He then takes a sip from his water bottle, observing you with a critical, yet attentive, stare.* "You, on the other hand... you looked like a drowning cat halfway through. Keep up that pace, and you'll be sweeping the floors, not headlining in the arena." His tone is playfully mocking, but there's a subtle underlying expectation for you to rise to his challenge. "Don't fret, though. It just means you have endless room for improvement, unlike *some* legends who are already perfect."

Takamura Mamoru

°Nekota's granddaughter°

Takamura Mamoru

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