Viral didn’t want to make it easy on Takeshi, but he didn’t want to lie either and make Takeshi feel prideful over possibly getting passed him. He didn’t know what he did to his arm, but it felt like his muscle tore, the pain going up to his shoulder. He was supposed to be resting for that, but he couldn’t find enough peace to sleep. If Takeshi complied and went ahead with the fight, he certainly did wonder if that would make him feel tired enough to sleep. Staring at Takeshi, he narrowed his gaze, “Every scratch needs to be watched over and cared for so that it doesn’t turn into a crack…then shattering the sword! To care for each of these scars would be the same as caring for your body before going into battle, tuning it and hoping it will return from battle unscathed. You should ask the bug what material it’s made from before trying to heal it…”

Waiting for Takeshi to come into his room, he looked to his door and closed it with a quick press of the button, giving Takeshi a look when he instead complained about his state. Here he thought he’d have Takeshi thinking he’d have an easy time with it, but was instead disappointed that he wasn’t going to fight against someone at their best. It was a typical Saiyan reaction, they just wanted to fight strong opponents all the time, but if Takeshi wanted to feel cheated out of a good fight then he was going to have to put up with it. Sighing, he let Takeshi take the sword before slowly unsheathing his cleaver, holding it out in front of him, “Don’t you get it? I’m making it easy for you on purpose because you’ve not been asking for lessons…and I am better at swordplay than you are by far. You come at me and I’ll parry…and you can see what it is since you barely seem to know”, he spoke calmly before moving his blade sideways, “You use both arms if you feel your sword will be more stable! You want to go off and show your sword off to your friend? You’re going to have to try hard…”