Facts had already proven it: without money, you couldn't train in martial arts worth a damn...
He, Hachiman Hikigaya, was a student who still relied on his dad for pocket money. How the hell was he supposed to train? Ah, when fantasy collided with reality, what stood in his way was the utterly real problem of having no money.
"I understand..." Hachiman Hikigaya finally said despondently, his chuunibyou spirit defeated by reality as he thought it over.
"Is that so?" Seeing this, Shizuka Hiratsuka thought for a moment, then tried to console him. "Actually, in this peaceful era, it doesn't make much difference whether you train in martial arts or not..."
Hachiman Hikigaya: "..."
Of course he knew martial arts weren't much use in this day and age. Even if you could beat a lion or a tiger, so what? Never mind weapons of mass destruction that could wipe out the world—could you take on machine guns and cannons? Still, he might think that way, but this was his chuunibyou spirit, now lost to him!
"If there's no difference whether you train in martial arts or not..." Just as Hachiman Hikigaya was frantically trying to hypnotize himself, lamenting that his chuunibyou days were over, Sogo Doma spoke up. "Then why are you training, Sensei?"
Hachiman Hikigaya: "..."
Angry (ノ｀ー′)ノ???┻━┻
So she wouldn't let him train, but went and trained herself? Was a teacher's salary really that high? But then again, Shizuka-sensei was a woman who could drive an Aston Martin one-handed. Hmmm...
Well, how could a woman who drove an Aston Martin one-handed possibly be defeated by reality?
Shizuka Hiratsuka: "..."
Did that kid Doma really have to call her out? Besides, the only reason she was training so hard was... was so she could teach a certain little punk