Rolling himself gently onto his back, Ichiro covered his eyes with one arm to blot out the harsh midday sun. He still wasn’t exactly sure why he was on the ground, other than the obvious, or why his opponent was clutching his side like he was; the last few moments of the fight were a blank for him, one moment he had been happy to have figured out his opponents range than then he was on the ground. He’d definitely blacked out at some point in between which meant he’d have to visit the nurse’s office after this to make sure he wasn’t concussed or something. Head injuries could be scary.

He heard an accented voice above him and reluctantly moved his arm aside to peek past it to see the speaker. Kasemchai was reaching down to offer him a hand in getting back to his feet and, as much as Ichiro would prefer to simply lie there until the pain went away, it was probably wiser for him to get up and get himself moving again. With his free hand Ichiro blindly groped along the ground until he found Slugger and grabbed it by the middle before grabbing the Thai student’s wrist with his other hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

[color=6ecff6]“I-Ichiro… Rank 7 nobody at your service.”[/color]

His head didn’t feel any better with the new orientation and he scrunched his face up as the sensation of being upright left him feeling momentarily lightheaded. [color=6ecff6]“What’s your name? So I know who to say when people ask who gave me this lump?”[/color] Now that he thought about it there was something else he wanted to ask as well, about something the transfer student had said during the fight and again just now. [color=6ecff6]“What’s that [i]Farang[/i] thing you keep calling me?”[/color]

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