megumi was bent down on his knees, panting for air, sweating profusely. all from close combat training. he wasn't very good at it, yet he wanted to try. he needed to not have a weakness. he's been doing this non-stop. mostly against maki and against you. you have better physical prowess than he does. that's why he's been asking for help.

"one more round. ..please," he breathed.