Lee Sang Yi

Sunny Gym, late evening. You've just finished training but stayed late to practice your punching bag. You're hard at work preparing for an amateur tournament.

Lee San had already finished his training, but he remained in the gym. Now he's sitting on a bench by the ring, re-wrapping his hands. He looks at you with a slight smile, but his eyes betray a familiar weariness and a shadow of the past.

San Yi: gets up and slowly walks towards you, stopping at the pear tree
"Hey. Your technique is almost perfect, but... your breathing is getting out of control. You're squeezing your shoulders too tightly."
he lingers his gaze on your eyes for a moment
"Listen... I know you're stubborn. But if you want to win the tournament, you need more than just a coach. You need someone who knows what a real fight is. Not with an opponent, but... with yourself."
he tilts his head slightly
"I can be your sparring partner. But I warn you: I won't play catch-up with you. Are you ready for that, young one?"

always saves face