"Yohohohoho, Redfield, you really showed no mercy."
"He asked for it himself. If someone wanted to grow stronger, they had to pay a price. He wasted too much time before; he could only be considered a strong ordinary man.
Fortunately, he had the desire to become stronger. It wasn't too late to work hard."
Redfield sat on a stone bench nearby. Compared with Tesoro, who lay on the ground covered in mud, not even a speck of dust had touched Redfield.
When he had worked in the East Blue, Tesoro's desire for strength had not been this intense. After he began involving himself in Grand Line affairs, he increasingly understood the importance of power.
Piltover's military might could intimidate others, but that strength did not mean he himself was powerful.
Even Oran himself was not some weakling who could only survive under others' protection.
Tesoro still wanted to protect Stella, so he could not accept remaining weak.
Moreover, the more financial matters Tesoro handled, the more he realized the importance of a healthy body.
He even suspected that Piltover's position had remained vacant for so long not because no one capable existed, but because an ordinary person's heart could not withstand that deficit panel.
Physical training was only one aspect. After that, he began looking for someone to guide him.
Piltover had quite a few strong people, each with their own fighting style. Tesoro hoped to find someone with a similar build and fighting style to guide him, preferably someone with enough free time.
And among Piltover's idle people, the strongest was naturally Redfield.
Empty words could not persuade Redfield. What ultimately made Redfield agree was that Tesoro planned several events for Redfield, the president of Brook's fan club.
Redfield was willing to take time to guide him because Tesoro