Guy snapped back into attention after being swatted by a stick.
"no no no, this is kendo not... what ever your trying" said the man who was teaching him.
He wanted to school the fool about the styles he was blending in, but swallowed the little pride he owned, and put his hands over the gripping tape he had put on the kendo stick, and struck down again and again. He wished he could use his fist, but he didn't want to rough the snotty rich kids, who think they could stand up to an unlicensed boxing champion as himself, or maybe kick boxing or mma, but again he was a fighter of many styles and trained vigorously in them, in times he thought he might die. Again he was whacked in the head, and yelled at, and again he swallowed his pride, he needed to stop gawking at the new girl, what was the point, he didn't like her or anything, and she wasn't the girl in his mission.