Coyote leaned heavily against the wall, arms folded. Though his eyes were fixed on the man bombarding the Punch Strength Testing Machine, his thoughts had drifted somewhere else entirely.
That new guy is definitely hiding something from me.
The more Coyote thought about it, the more it bothered him. He turned and walked out of the training hall.
"Hey! Don't leave! Spar with me some more," the man testing his punch strength shouted.
Coyote looked back and saw that every one of the man's punches scored over a thousand kilograms. Disdainfully, he said, "Ah... you win."
The man said irritably, "Come on, use your weapon. We might not know who'd win or lose then."
Coyote waved him off. "Kelly, I've got something to do. Go play by yourself."
"Come on, come on!" Kelly refused to let it go. He pushed off the ground and shot behind Coyote like a cannonball, throwing a punch.
Coyote turned back in annoyance, pulled out a massive silver pistol, and fired at Kelly.
Boom!
Kelly hurriedly raised his wrist guard in fright, blocking the bullet, but he was still blasted backward.
Bang! Coyote, meanwhile, was spun around four or five times by the recoil. His feet slid two meters before he crashed into the wall.
"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't tell you to use Silver Tooth!" Kelly said blankly. Looking at his wrist guard, he found a fairly deep bullet crater in it.
Coyote holstered the enormous silver gun and said seriously, "If your hands are itching, go beat up some trainees. I'm not in the mood to play with you."
Kelly sat cross-legged on the floor. "The advanced trainees have all reached S1. I can't beat them up like I used to."
"Forget it. I'll go beat up some lower-year trainees instead."
"Hey, where