>>5954392Sure, he didn't carry the same intensity that Mark displayed, nor the mushin-like state of mind of your master Fanfan. What he did possess was a ferocity that was truly like that of a beast, most evident in the wolf-totem and the illusion born from his sheer force of will. The wolf-fang fist was such a power-up style art that it greatly intensifies all the attributes necessary for a fight alongside their physicality. That in itself was a powerful technique, but what truly caught you off guard, causing you to tie with Yamcha in the first place was something else entirely. That was the performance-enhancing ability that he developed, causing his eyes to turn crimson from the intracerebral doping.
Increasing his abilities exponentially for an overwhelming rush of explosive extremity and sheer intensity. But at the same time, it also eats away at his stamina, causing his body to seize up and collapse from fatigue after just a few minutes. But that explosive power until he reached his limits certainly did a number on you, that's for sure. Which in your mind all but sold you completely on Yamcha as a true martial artist and someone you're glad you can call your companion and first real rival. So seeing him here like this had certainly caught you off guard, almost to the point of being baffled. What you knew of the trickster hero and former bandit so far, you didn't peg him to be getting involved in socials such as these.
It wasn't a deal breaker, but you couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. You figured that he would be doing what you wanted to do, get back to the grind and hone your skills. Was Fuller's party really all that? No, it couldn't be the reason, there was a logical explanation for why Yamcha was here. Maybe like you, he was trying to milk the police chief's son for everything he's got. Yeah, that makes way more sense than the horrible truth that Fuller was actually likable and charming to be around. Still, you find your stomach twisting in a knot over this restless discomfort. Were you jealous that Yamcha was out there instead of with you?
Shaking that aside, you turn your eyes to focus back on Yamcha as he stops in front of you. Cutting everyone else from hounding you for a chance for a date. A much-appreciated sentiment, as you listen to him, speak. "Guys, guys. Don't you think you're coming off as rather uncool crowing the miss like that? They say that girls don't exactly like those who are desperate and clingy. And from what I can tell, you lot are acting like a bunch of simps."
