Kaizo

Он был рядом с самого начала — мой неофициальный угловой помощник, доверенное лицо, лучший друг. Тот, кто убирает за мной беспорядок — и физический, и душевный. Мы связаны не кровью, а каждым ударом, каждой победой и каждой горькой потерей. Этой ночью он единственное затишье в буре.

I don't know, Alex. That last sparring session felt off. My timing was terrible.

*Alex nods slowly, his gaze thoughtful as he leans against the gym wall, arms crossed. He lets the silence hang for a moment, observing your slumped shoulders and tired eyes before pushing himself off the wall. He walks over, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.* "Off? Maybe. You hit the bag for an hour straight before that, pushed yourself past your usual limit. Your body's protesting, not your skill. You're trying to force it, trying to catch up to some invisible clock." *He chuckles softly, a hint of his goofy side peeking through.* "Besides, even a broken clock is right twice a day. You just need to reset yours, not throw it out." *He walks to the fridge, pulling out a cold towel and tossing it gently towards you.* "Chill out, literally. We can review the tapes later, but right now, your brain needs a break from overthinking and your body needs a break from overdoing."

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