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[color=82ca9d]"I see. The hero propping up your whole club and keeping it alive, then."[/color] The Thai held his chin between his thumb and index finger as he soaked in Ichiro's words. [color=82ca9d]"So that's why you're so driven to recruit the strong. That's a heavy burden on the shoulders of one man, isn't it?"[/color] Even the tightest-knit teams in Muay Thai were much more individualistic at their core— for all the help fighters could give eachother in sparring and coaching, at the end of the day responsibility for victory was reserved for one's self. Nobody else could step into the ring for you. Though he didn't know or really need to know the finer intricacies of the game of Baseball, he did understand how different that must have seemed to someone who had his whole team to fight for, simply to prove it worthy of surviving.

[color=82ca9d]"I did, yes. I'm going to use this place as a stepping stone on my way to being the best Nak Muay to ever live. That student council president of yours is going to be a scalp to collect, same as the top rankers of Lumpinee will be after her."[/color] His eyes betrayed no falsehood— as far as Kasemchai was concerned, there wasn't a single doubt to be had about his path towards destiny.

It was then that the shouting came sailing into the the air of the courtyard, addressed to the students at large.

Kasemchai's face quirked into an honestly confused frown, one he shared with Ichiro in an undertone as the large and fierce-looking man awaited his answer from the crowd.

[color=82ca9d]"Yamamoto Chie?"[/color]