[color=82ca9d][h3][b][u]Bang Constantine[/u][/b][/h3][/color]

Someone had knocked on his door, but the boxer never answered.

Leaving the bathroom with an oddly gigantic towel wrapped around his waist, Bang Constantine finished his bath. He had taken a bath shortly after he arrived at his apartment, thus leading to him not responding to whoever that wanted to meet him. Oblivious, he walked over to the kitchen, which was pretty much directly connected with the living room.

Time had passed since he first arrived in Japan, and so far, he found Japan offering a lonelier lifestyle for him. It had been an odd move, but the Global Boxing Afterlight Association had shifted its gears to taking place mostly in Japan. Considering that the association hosted the most important circuits, the boxer really had no choice other than moving to Japan rather than risking his health through dozens of plane rides.

In Japan, things worked a bit differently. There was an academy full of people that could probably throw Bang into outer space. There were teachers who taught students how to... probably throw people into outer space, and going to space in itself without much of a hassle seemed very, very possible. Of course, Bang had heard of such academies even in America, but they were as concealed as they could get.

The idea of having a special ability... It sounded cool.

Cool, but perhaps unnecessary.

He did not need pyrokinesis to make a campfire. He did not need psychokinesis to press the buttons of his remote control. He did not need cryokinesis to freeze water for later use.

All of those were banned in boxing, however. So he did not need it, because boxing was what he wanted to do.

He never really considered what to do after his boxing career ended. Maybe he could move into Kansas and raise a field of rice crops. Or perhaps he could just work at McDonald's and flat-out skip job hunting. Despite his talent, he never considered coaching because of his fighting style was far from orthodox.

Living a life of recognition was great, he could admit that. But he never took the idea of a calm life out of his thoughts. His future... could be flashy, but it could also be peaceful. It would be a cliche for him to immediately pick one of the two, but it was childish to try adapting both kinds of lifestyles into his life on purpose.

So he kept boxing, remaining the same as he always had been from the past years.

Opening his fridge, Bang looked over what he could eat. He never had a set time for eating, so his lunches and dinners were practically scattered all over his life. After taking a good look at the contents of his fridge, he put up a thoughtful look.

[color=82ca9d][i]Ten toasts, five eggs, and ketchup.[/i][/color]

Ten toasts, five eggs, and ketchup. Aside from a motherload of water stacked in the fridge, those were all he had.

And boy, was he creative. He could easily make five toast sandwiches out of that!

[color=82ca9d][i]Five sandwiches... Two for lunch, and three for before I sleep.[/i][/color]

Yes, that would be enough for the day.

Shutting the fridge, he stretched his back and shoulders as a yawn left him. As he took out a plastic bottle of water from the fridge, he glanced at the television.

The season for going back to school seemed to be the center of attention for news desks. Taking note of this, Bang put down the bottle and, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, laid down at the center of the living room. There were no couches in the room, and he was too lazy to think about getting furniture in the tiny living room, so the floor had become his best friend in the apartment. If there was one cool thing about homes in Japan, it was that people actually took off their shoes and the like before strolling into their respective rooms. That meant that Bang could practically roll across his entire apartment section.

[i]...Today is a good day,[/i] Bang thought as he channel surfed like an amateur.