“Not just a couple self-defense moves, but like, proper? I would pay you,” I added, looking up at him, trying not to look too eager.“Proper?” Bryan asked with an eyebrow raised. He squared off, fixing me with a serious glare. “This isn’t a casual sport. Proper training takes a lot of time, dedication, and pain.”“I can be dedicated.” I didn’t back down from his imposing demeanor.“Daily training?”“Not a problem.”“You’ll do everything I tell you to?” He leaned forward, towering over me.“Yes.” I held my ground.“Even if you don’t see how it relates?” Bryan continued. “Because there’s a lot of strength training and endurance building you’ll need to do. It’s not all sparring. Working proper forms into your muscle memory can be tedious.”“I can work through tedium.” I wasn’t just saying that. My Hoax Files proved I could do tedious things. He studied me for a moment, then looked down in concentration.“If you don’t want to teach me, or can’t, can you point me in the right direction whe
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