"Iron Smash…"
"Iron Lance…"
"Rendering Edge…"
Kiernan shed sweat as he tried every move in his Iron Style arsenal, and even though he had done every technique thousands of times, he failed to do them now.
'What is this? How come my own consciousness can just take away my martial arts? No… it must be my mind playing tricks on me.
'It must be…'
He scratched his hair, then sat back down and interlaced his fingers while staring at the wall in front of him.
Fen's tail wagged behind him as he looked with concern at his master, knowing that something was going on that troubled him.
'…He wasn't wrong though. In these official competitions, I punch in a way that I don't permanently damage my opponent.
'A few times, I have stopped holding back and fought with intent to hurt, but it looks like my consciousness wants me to fight like that all the time?
'The difference between me and my past self is that I know how to self-control. Back then, such a concept was foreign to me.
