"I thought Ginza was a fancy shopping district." That sounds about accurate to him, but he also doesn't know very much about Tokyo, either. Akihiro doesn't try to interrupt otherwise, however. He's expecting some sort of amusing display, some showcasing of skill that's half-baked at best, but he actually watches Mitsuki closely as he throws his punch and...
Huh.
"Not bad, actually." Without giving his own actions any thought, Akihiro sets down his glass and gets to his feet. "You'd hurt yourself, too, but the other guy wouldn't be any happier." He circles around behind Mitsuki as he speaks and, if allowed, slides one hand on his shoulder and the other down his extended arm. His movements are maybe overly casual, like this isn't the first time he's corrected someone's form. "You're gonna hyperextend your elbow if you lock it like that, and you lose power and speed to boot." Sure, he just told Mitsuki he wouldn't have to worry about getting into fights and risking his reputation, but he may as well make sure he can do something to protect himself.
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Huh.
"Not bad, actually." Without giving his own actions any thought, Akihiro sets down his glass and gets to his feet. "You'd hurt yourself, too, but the other guy wouldn't be any happier." He circles around behind Mitsuki as he speaks and, if allowed, slides one hand on his shoulder and the other down his extended arm. His movements are maybe overly casual, like this isn't the first time he's corrected someone's form. "You're gonna hyperextend your elbow if you lock it like that, and you lose power and speed to boot." Sure, he just told Mitsuki he wouldn't have to worry about getting into fights and risking his reputation, but he may as well make sure he can do something to protect himself.