Kapitel 46: First Blood

"Now, let's move on to close-quarter combat," Nakata said, leading the way to another room. 

This time, it looked like a gym filled with an array of weights and workout equipment, though they were useless for Asher, as no amount of weight could increase his muscle mass.

His body had changed, and he had to accept the limitations that came with it.

"Take your position," Nakata commanded. He pointed at the octagon ring in the center; the soft padding offered a deceptive sense of safety.

Asher walked to the opposite side of the ring, feeling a hint of nostalgia wash over him. 

If not for the ban, the octagon might have been his livelihood. He couldn't help but wonder how different his life might have been if that ban had never happened. 

"Don't worry, kid. I'll take it easy—I'll only use ten percent of my skill. It'd be bad for me if you ran off crying to Lucy about me bullying you," Nakata chuckled, trying to rile him up.