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Gen stopped in his tracks when he heard Crown proposition. He turned around with a deadly glow in his right eye and moved towards him with a smile more creepy than sinister. –Ok, if you ask me so kindly to punch you I’ll do it- The Hot-Blooded Boxer firmly stood in the ground taking a stance to help him send a powerful straight directly to Phantom’s face. Fighting Spirit focusing in his fist that was covered by a dense and radiant blue aura, that fluctuated around the hand of Gen –You asked for it Kamen-chan! Torauma PUNCH!- The Brawler From Tokyo sent a might strike aimed directly to Phantom temple, a powerful wind raised up around them as the strength behind it was more than enough to shift the pressure in a small area, even some cracks in floor showed the blow strength. An attack like this would surely decapitate an elephant or something even bigger, and Gen knew that well. But at the last moment he stopped his blow and only a massive wind current, powerful but inoffensive was shot towards Phantom face, pushing his hair backwards with a might gust.
Gen started laughing out loud, all the tension broken after that “attack” and as he did with Samjaz he lightly, for his standars, punched Aleister in the shoulder –You really thought I was about to slug ya man! HAHAHA! I wouldn’t do that we are in the same side! And I’ll remember that until you make me forget it by attacking somebody in the group again….- His eyes went sinister again - Ya understand me Kamen-chan?- Gen left chuckling while he moved once again to Samjaz side. There he was guided by some really annoying fairies he wanted to slug, yet at this point he had learnt enough of Samjaz to know when to exercise some finesse. Gen didn’t had friends, yet now he was in this place, one of the funniest places he had ever visited with a bunch of people he was starting to care about. His mentor always told him that a Spirit Boxer path is always lonely, but the Hot-Blooded Boxer never took great care to follow the rules or traditions. Having some people to relay on and spar from time to time wouldn’t be so bad.
He was taken to a shower were he cleaned hectoliters of blood from his skin while new clothing was being prepared by the fairies. After a good shower, Gen took the clothes left for him. A sleeveless white shirt with a Tiger on it, a couple of light gloves that let his fingers out, but with some kind or reinforcement under the fabric and Black cargo pants with combat boots. He was good to go and ready to keep punching people to the floor.