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"Yes, I do karate," Mina answered politely, with a smile. Kenichi still got kind of a chilly feeling from her, and couldn't help but rub the back of his head somewhat bashfully. He wondered if he'd done something to piss her off--maybe she could read expressions or something (martial artists were probably good at that) and had read through some of his disapproval the last time he had walked in on that conversation between her and Jett. Then again, that had been...what, four days ago? "It's the only striking martial art I'm a black belt in, though I'm more of a grappler overall. What about you? Do you know any martial arts?"

"A black belt?!" Kenichi's eyes turned bright again, and he couldn't help but grin. Young men are always excited by feats of strength and merit, after all. "Nice! But, as for me," He shook his head, then looked down at his fist with a furrowed brow. He still had bandages wrapped around it where his knuckles had been bloodied from repeated impacts against another human being's skull. [i]Don't think about it.[/i] It wasn't the fact that he'd nearly beaten three people to death that he was trying to avoid. He was trying not to remember the feeling of being beaten. Being helpless. Being weak. [i]Don't think about it![/i]

"My Quirk's a strengthening type, so up until now I got by on just pure speed and power. But that's not gonna cut it anymore--I'm sure people who actually know [i]how[/i] to fight, like you and Yashiro-kun, could still beat me. I've gotta get...stronger. Better, I mean. Fight smarter." He realized he was navel gazing, and looked back at Mina. 

"Don't mean to babble, sorry! But hey, do you mind if I ask where you trained? Is there a dojo around here I could check out?" He crossed his arms and stood in a more relaxed stance, listening for her reply, but also glanced over at Asuka to see if she had gotten any kind of reply to her text. His eyes also darted, just for a moment, towards the halls and stairs. 

Was she coming? Where might she be coming from? Surely she was here, right...?