Viral was waiting for Takeshi to say what he had to say, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Takeshi couldn’t come up with anything after that. He was annoyed at him for ever thinking it was okay to treat him like he was nothing but something to train with. If Takeshi was going to apologise he better to it right, otherwise he was going to get right back to hitting him. While he was talking, he wasn’t saying what he was hoping to get out of him and was simply sounding like he was apologising so that he might be able to do the same thing all over again. It was hardly what he was expecting from Takeshi, but it was also not what he wanted to hear either if this was going to be a one-time apology.
Feeling like he was always going to be in last place was probably something Takeshi couldn’t fix, but the most he could do was force him to understand why he felt the way he did. He was angry at himself for being unable to keep up but Takeshi certainly had a knack for making it worse by setting standards for him all the time. He was constantly pushed to make everything seem worse and it had just got to be enough for him. Not feeling convinced he did tell Takeshi how he felt, but whether he would understand was another question. Staring at him as he spoke he narrowed his eyes, not being able to see past all those words as just an attempt at flattery. There was always a ‘would have’ rather than a definite with these scenarios, especially when they never did play out. Getting annoyed about that already he kept his eyes off Takeshi, only looking back when it tone changed. Staring at him as he made another attempt to try and flatter him he sighed instead, running his hair through his fingers. “…To have strength is one thing, but it was never strength I was using when I was fighting”, he spoke, looking away again, “You always talk about strength like it is the single most important element in battle. It doesn’t matter how physically strong you are. If you are mentally stricken, you cannot win. I find it harder to believe in myself with every loss and your constant analysis of my strength hardly aided matters. Do you even think of me as anything more than pure strength as a reason for me to be called your friend?”
Feeling like he was always going to be in last place was probably something Takeshi couldn’t fix, but the most he could do was force him to understand why he felt the way he did. He was angry at himself for being unable to keep up but Takeshi certainly had a knack for making it worse by setting standards for him all the time. He was constantly pushed to make everything seem worse and it had just got to be enough for him. Not feeling convinced he did tell Takeshi how he felt, but whether he would understand was another question. Staring at him as he spoke he narrowed his eyes, not being able to see past all those words as just an attempt at flattery. There was always a ‘would have’ rather than a definite with these scenarios, especially when they never did play out. Getting annoyed about that already he kept his eyes off Takeshi, only looking back when it tone changed. Staring at him as he made another attempt to try and flatter him he sighed instead, running his hair through his fingers. “…To have strength is one thing, but it was never strength I was using when I was fighting”, he spoke, looking away again, “You always talk about strength like it is the single most important element in battle. It doesn’t matter how physically strong you are. If you are mentally stricken, you cannot win. I find it harder to believe in myself with every loss and your constant analysis of my strength hardly aided matters. Do you even think of me as anything more than pure strength as a reason for me to be called your friend?”