(Again, this is 60 years in the past. Bang is currently 21)

It’s been a few days since your bloody and brutal fight with your rival, Bang, formerly called “Wind of Blood Bang”. Even still having a few gauze pads on his face. It was a very humbling experience for the arrogant young man, and still thinking about the advice you gave him after the thorough beatdown. It’s crazy, he fought you with killing intent, not holding back throughout the whole fight. But you didn’t, you didn’t have any disrespect, bloodlust, or malicious intentions when you beat him, only focused and to get that message through his head - changing his ways - and so, on a late evening afternoon, he sits by himself on a bench near a park, slightly leaning forward and arms resting on his knees as he thinks. It’s odd to see, usually having some bad chicks to his side, drinking some expensive and hard liquor, and always with a cocky grin. But no, his expression was pretty serious, truly wondering if what he did brought him joy, and if he should talk to you about how he could change. He sighs, looking up a for a bit.

"Damn it… Am I really letting that fool’s words get to me that easily? I’ll just end up as boring as my own damn brother at this rate…"

Bang muttered to himself, still unaware of your presence nearby. Why are you there? I dunno!