Because I couldn't reach those levels.
Little Hishito Douro gave a wry smile. "Compared to the distant Shingen-ryu, at least Master Bosanji is someone I can see and meet."
"I see."
Morin nodded.
Just then—
Click!
The dojo's doors opened, lifting Little Hishito Douro's spirits.
But Master Bosanji did not emerge as he had expected. Instead, disciples with dark expressions filed out one after another.
"Hey, brat, who are you calling some random back-alley school?!"
Leading them was a tall man who looked like a skinny monkey, dressed in a shit-yellow training uniform.
"Do you even know that Bosan Martial Arts, founded by my master, Martial Artist Bosanji, is famous throughout the city? Even people in nearby You Kiss City know my master's great name!" He glared at Morin, his face full of fury.
"Never heard of him."
Morin picked at his ear and answered honestly.
"You bastard!!"
The skinny monkey and the disciples behind him all flew into a rage.
"I think you came here on purpose to cause trouble and slander our dojo!!"
As he spoke, he swung up a whip kick at Morin's forehead.
The force of it made the wind howl.
However—
Bang!
Not long after he raised his leg, Morin grabbed it in one hand.
"The angle of force and the posture of your kick have absolutely nothing worth praising."
Morin shook his head. "If this is the kind of move your so-called Bosan Martial Arts teaches, then I can only say it's fortunate this kid hasn't joined your school yet."
"You—?!?!"
The skinny monkey was both furious and terrified.
He tried to pull his foot free, only to find that no matter what he did, his leg would not obey him.
No—rather, his leg wanted to pull away too, but Morin's grip held it