In terms of physical ability alone, Ryuen Kakeru was no match for Hosen Kazuomi. Hosen had the strength to go toe-to-toe with a student of mixed Black heritage like Yamada Albert, and his fighting skills and experience surpassed Albert's as well.
In fewer than ten exchanges, Hosen Kazuomi had completely overwhelmed Ryuen Kakeru.
Unable to dodge, Ryuen Kakeru took Hosen Kazuomi's knee straight to the stomach and crashed to the ground.
"You barked a good game, but you're not much of a fighter. Pretty much what I thought when I first saw you." Hosen Kazuomi approached Ryuen Kakeru, taunting him relentlessly.
"You've got iron plates strapped to you, don't you? Damn, you're hard." Ryuen Kakeru lay sprawled on the ground, looking pathetic, but laughed brazenly as he struggled back to his feet and charged Hosen Kazuomi again.
He had been no match for Hosen Kazuomi at full strength, let alone after already being knocked down once.
"I really got my hopes up too high. You're not even enough to whet my appetite." Hosen Kazuomi whipped a leg up and kicked Ryuen Kakeru hard in the face, triggering the Warning Bell on his watch.
Although Ryuen Kakeru had damaged his watch, that had only affected its scoring function and the GPS location other students could see. The school clearly had a higher level of access.
Listening to the bell echo through the woods, Hosen Kazuomi shook his head.
"That's it, then, Ryuen. You're no fun to fight." Seeing the sorry state of his opponent, Hosen seemed to lose interest.
"Who said you could declare victory?" Though injured and on the ground, Ryuen Kakeru silenced his watch's alarm and flashed a wild grin.
Ryuen Kakeru grabbed a handful of dirt and flung it at Hosen Kazuomi's face.
"Are you playing house?" Hosen