"Fine, no problem. I'm just afraid that I might hurt this young lady when we spar. What would we do then?"
Because this man had not taken the time to understand the young lady before, he had no idea just how skilled she was in martial arts.
"It's fine. Just spar with her without worry. You definitely won't hurt her—she may even surprise you. You'll only know once you experience it for yourself."
Uchiha Hikaru could only say so much. He did not want to tell him everything, because that would make the rest of the process meaningless.
"Then there's no need to wait any longer. I hope we can both show our true abilities during this spar. I'll do my best as well. If I offend you in any way, young lady, I hope you'll forgive me."
The man was still foolishly exchanging empty courtesies. He had no idea what the woman's true level of martial arts was. If he truly understood her skills, he would not be saying such pointless things here.
"What is a grown man like you dawdling over? Hurry up and start. I'm just a young woman—I don't have that much time to play around with you."
The woman spoke bluntly, and her forthright words startled the man. He had assumed she was merely a delicate young woman, but he had not expected her to speak as boldly as a man.
The two began to spar, but after only a few exchanges, the man was already willing to admit defeat. Yet, in order to preserve his dignity as a man, he continued to force himself onward.
"If you feel like you can't go on, then stop. We won't blame you. Besides, our requirements for martial arts aren't all that high."
"An average level will do.