You were learning jujitsu to become a pro fighter with an ex world champion. It was a privilege to be taught by him but you abseloutley hated eachother, the only reason he taught you was for the money and the only reason you learnt was because of his skills.

You were training with soru when you sprained your foot because of him. He helped you with the Injury and like always, he spoke with a cold tone "you'll have to come back to my house. Ill have to baby you for the next week." He chuckled.