Manabu's eyes dart right away to that hand, regardless of intention. He's a learned man! Even guys out here just pouring compliments on you can forget themselves and punch you into the next calendar week...repeatedly.

He shifts in place, his hand resting on the back of his neck as he chews on all of this. Training and saving lives seems pretty par for the course, but is this guy for real? Another him out there? Doing the same stuff? Getting walloped? Is there no Manabu Yuuki who isn't getting razzed by fate?

"M-maybe it wouldn't be too weird to think that kind of stuff got...decked clean out of my memory," he admits, sheepish. "I mean, considering this...punching problem I got."

Scout snorts.

"But I guess it's good that at least you don't know me as some pain in the ass, right?"