[His clothes were spared the embarrassing mess, and what little vomit spotted Fubuki's chin was easily wiped off on the back of his hand. This did nothing for his sore insides, however. And less for his wounded ego. If he were home, someone like Vincent would be nothing to him. He'd conquered bears in the past. But this place was all wrong and so was he. His kicks just didn't have the power they used to, not without his Persona...
A sensible person would have stayed down, but a sensible person wouldn't have had the same drive to win as him.
Driving his fist against the ground with a low curse that startled the teacher and forced her back several steps, Fubuki pushed himself back to his feet. If he was going to be perfect, he couldn't allow someone like Vincent to get the better of him. He would blow over anyone who got in his way!]
I'm not finished...
[He would never be at this rate, not until he was knocked out of commission.]
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A sensible person would have stayed down, but a sensible person wouldn't have had the same drive to win as him.
Driving his fist against the ground with a low curse that startled the teacher and forced her back several steps, Fubuki pushed himself back to his feet. If he was going to be perfect, he couldn't allow someone like Vincent to get the better of him. He would blow over anyone who got in his way!]
I'm not finished...
[He would never be at this rate, not until he was knocked out of commission.]