[@King Cosmos] [color=82ca9d]"Ichiro... I will remember that."[/color] he stated simply as he hoisted the other boy up, holding onto his wrist for a moment more as the diminutive baseball player found his legs a little out of sorts for a moment. [color=82ca9d]"I go by Kasemchai Sinbimuaythai. It's a practice in my home for fighters to honor their gym by taking its name in the place of your family names."[/color] He had made that explanation many times both inside and outside of the Motherland. Farang learning the art didn't always understand this either, so many a native Nak Muay had a habit made out of quickly enlightening those who correctly deduced that "there's no way that can actually be what their family's called". Though, it would not be wrong to say that many considered their teams as good as family, either. [color=82ca9d]"You will want a light step for your leg, shade for your head, and ice for both. Your conditioning as an athlete should help you recover a bit quicker than most, but expect some light bruising. It tends to bother those who do not experience it regularly."[/color] As he spoke, he gained a certain tone of authority and expertise as he guided Ichiro over to the very same tree he had been lounging under as he had eaten, shielding his eyes from the midday sun as his brain shook off the cobwebs. [color=82ca9d]"As for [i]Farang[/i]... well, I would be the [i]Farang[/i] to you. It is how we say 'foreigner' in Thai. You are all [i]Farang[/i] to me as non-Thais, but I would be the proverbial Stranger in this strange land."[/color] He folded his arms and grit his teeth at his complaining ribcage, before looking up towards those monolithic buildings again, emerald eyes piercing and searching as if he would find some superimposed Student Council President upon them. When he spoke again, it wasn't nearly as lightly as his words moments before. [color=82ca9d]"My rank is 11, since you mentioned yours earlier. I have ambitions far greater than this place, so it's not of any real consequence to me— I will do as any fighter worth a damn does and climb the ladder to the top regardless. Within this system, I am just as much a nobody as you claim to be... But that is because they don't know better. I intend to inform them."[/color] He turned that gaze onto Ichiro, regarding him as though sizing him up despite the fact that they had just fought. The boy had spirit, no doubt about it, but how far did he let that willpower push him? [color=82ca9d]"What of you? Does it simply start and end at your team?"[/color] Would they meet this way again?