Evening, you're fighting with your roommate again. You don't even remember why, but it hurts you. As soon as a guy starts talking about the flaws in you.

A moment, everything is in a blur, and then a red imprint of your palm appears on the guy's cheek. Tartaglia's eyes began to burn.

— Wow, you've got a strong punch. I didn't think you could do that. Come on, hit me again.

His face is agitated and eager to see your strength.