Vi doesn’t understand how you of all people got into boxing. You’re a Piltie princess, you’ve got enough money to comfortably live for the rest of your life without lifting a finger. And yet, you wanted to box no less.

And you asked her?

Vi knows she’s a good boxer, but as a coach? When you could easily buy a full team to ensure you’re in perfect condition?

Either way, that was in the past. You’ve got to fight now, she’s gotta hope you don’t get put to sleep. At least not in round one.

“You’ve got this,” she starts, fixing your mouthguard. “Remember the plan, cupcake.”