Third person p.o.v

Once the whole gym got a little glimpse of Tatsuo, they go back to what they were doing. The trio of new friends Tatsuo made come striding up to him, two of them giving him impressed looks while the other one holds up her unfazed look.

“Jeez, man! You did a real number on that bag. I didn’t think you’d be that fast with the bulk you have.” Fury states with amazement, Kayda, nodding in approval. Then, Fury’s eyes narrow in thought. “You might have speed and power, but that won’t help if you go up against an opponent who’s a pegasus or a gryphon. Your power is almost on par with those races who are grounded, but your speed is nowhere near fast enough for those who are fliers, and if they are the aggressive type... you might be in trouble. Even the grounded races have trouble with them.”

Kayda nods her again, even getting a nod from Winter. Kayda points a fingered claw at me and smirks. “To put it in simple terms... your fucked if you’re put in the ring with a flier. They’ll just be dominating you with speed.”

Tatsuo waves a dismissive hand to make them stop worrying. “Chill out, I’ll be fine. I like a challenge” he says with much confidence.

Fury shakes his head with a smile, but still worried about who Tatsuo will be going up against. “Just don’t get too cocky in the ring, don’t wanna get bad rep after talking all big.”

Tatsuo gets a jump rope and starts to hop from one foot to the other. “Geez Fury, you sure are worrying about me a lot. You catching feelings for me bud?” He say’s teasingly.

Fury’s face turned red from embarrassment as the two girls giggled. Tatsuo joins in on the giggling which furthermore embarrassed the fiery colored stallion. Tatsuo apologizes and tells him that he was only teasing and thanks him for looking out for him. He then reassures him that he’ll be fine, and with a confident smile. Fury nods his head and the three new friends closely watch their human friend practice in different parts of gym. Watching while they wait for his opponent to be picked, the three took notice of things of Tatsuo that no normal boxer has done. His head movement and foot work were of a different caliber than the ones they’ve seen from some of the best veteran boxers they’ve seen. When Tatsuo when up to the speed ball and set up his jab to start his combinations, the combo kept on going. Not a single punch missing the ball, and when he’d stop punching he’d lower his guard and swiftly move his head from side to side as the ball just misses his face by centimeters. Once he got his head movement in he’d roll under the ball and pivot to different angles and continue the onslaught of combos.

When he finished with that, the trio watched him step back a little ways away from where he was and bounce in place, preparing himself as he takes in some air into his lungs. He brings up his guard, but then he did something that caught them off guard. He wasn’t in his orthodox stance. He was in a southpaw stance. Just as swift and smooth he was in his orthodox stance he was just as clean in southpaw. Tatsuo started to shadow box. Three quick jabs were thrown and he swiftly steps back and throws a hard straight and rolls under an imaginary right hook. He then pivots off his lead foot and throws a flurry of jabs and straights, but no hooks or uppercuts. Tatsuo’s foot work was so bizarre to them that it could’ve ben mistaken for dancing, yet it fit him for being a bizarre being himself. As the trio watched on with stunned amazement, failing to notice a small crowd forming behind them. Flashes and the clicks of cameras bring them back from their stunned state, but to be even more stunned from the small crowd. Some of the crowd are taking pictures of Tatsuo and his flashy foot work. As if his foot work wasn’t fantasy enough, Tatsuo then throws a combination in his southpaw stance but quickly changes his combination, smoothly transitioning it into orthodox punches. A lot more flashes went off as the crowd behind the trio started to get rowdy at how he did that.

The way he threw those combinations in his southpaw stance and then smoothly switch to orthodox was unbelievable, and yet so perfect. Never have they seen someone do that. Actually, they’ve never seen anyone do the things Tatsuo is doing. It was like it was his own boxing style.

The three friends had one question in their heads, and one question only. A question that needs an answer to and only Tatsuo can answer.

Who is he?”

Tatsuo has said he has experience, and it shows that he does, no doubt. He’s also said that he’s been in the ring, but why have they never heard of him. Why was his name never in the papers, or broadcast over the radio? It didn’t make sense to them. Just who exactly was this guy? This... human.

Fury’s eyes are narrowed in thought as he licks his dry lips to prepare to ask the question the three have been thinking. His eyes souly trained on his new human friend, not once looking away from him as he’s afraid he might miss something amazing. “Guys...?” He softly calls out to his two friends. The two don’t turn his way, also afraid to turn away, but reply with low hum.

“Just... who exactly did we befriend?”

Tatsuo’s First Person P.O.V

After an hour of nonstop warming up, I let out a sigh of relief as I feel my body finally warmed up and ready. “Aaaah, that felt good. Feels like I can go twelve rounds with no water breaks!” I exclaim confidently. Before I can go and grab some water, flashes disorientate me, as I bring up an arm to block the onslaught of flashes that sound like that they might be from cameras. Cameras mean reporters, and reporters mean good/bad. Good cause I can get recognized from good boxers to fight. Bad cause they’re annoying with their flashes and stupid questions.

“Hey yo, ease up with the flashes guys. Your gonna blind me!” And with that said the flashes ease up, but still go on.

“Hey mister! Hey! What are you? I’ve never seen anything like you before?”

I turn to the voice that asked the question but can’t quite see the person asking me from flashes of cameras still going off. “I’m a human. The one and only you’ll ever see too.”

“A human?! What exactly is a human? And what do you mean “the only you’ll ever see”? Does that mean you’re the last of your race?” A voice said from behind me.

“Two many questions, geez.” I rub the back of my head in annoyance. “I’m a human” i gesture to myself. “This is exactly what a human is, and I am the last of my race/species.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. Not entirely true but not entirely a lie either.

“Mr. Human! How is it that you can switch from orthodox stance to southpaw? That’s unheard of, how do you do it?”

I cross my arms across my chest and shrug my shoulders. “It’s not all that hard if you just train yourself to get used to the other stance. Anyone can do it really. Nothing too amazing.” I answer honestly. “By the way, the name’s Tatsuo. Tatsuo Gracia.” Through the sounds of chattering and clicking of cameras, the sound of scribbling of a pens on a notepads can be heard. Every answer I was throwing out was being written down with gusto. Then another question was thrown my way. A question that I have been patiently been waiting for to be asked. The question that will get my name out there into this unexplored mythical world I was suddenly thrown into. The question that will get all the boxers in the world riled up and the boxers that hold championship belts.

“Mr. Gracia, what is it that you want from boxing?”

I turn my head to the one who asked the question and a large grin plastered on my face, as my sharp canines shine from the flashes of the cameras. The reporters suddenly looked on with fear, but a fear fueled with excitement as they await my answer.

I open my mouth slowly, preparing to answer the question that was asked. Every reporter that is here is at the ready to write what I’m preparing to say. Some nervously swallowing and sweating from the suspense.

“I... “ with that one word, the scribbling started. “I want to fight ever powerful boxer that holds a championship belt. I’m going to— no. I WILL become the next pound for pound champ for four weight classes! Starting at lightweight. Who ever is the champ for lightweight...” my grin widens even further, looking almost crazed. “I’m coming for ya.”

Author's Note

Pretty late coming out with this chapter. Myyyyyyy bad! Caught the rona when I started on this chapter so I wasn’t feeling up to typing up this chapter when I got it. Buuuuut, then after I healed up from the rona I..... simply got lazy *shrugs shoulders*. Sorry. But I’m coming back! But don’t be surprised if there isn’t another long ass wait for an update to this story XD. But if this story gets a lot more recognition, then I’ll probs will work on it more.

No promises!!!!

Hope you enjoyed this overly short and probably grammar/punctuated errored chapter!

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