Sneaking into a stranger's room late into the night, and sitting so boldly on his bed? Any man's imagination would be led astray by such a clear invitation!

"Anyway, I'm sorry for bothering you this late at night.” Kat composed herself before leveling a serious look at Frank. "Frank Lawrence, right? I'm here to actually ask for a favor.”

"I see," Frank replied, not bothered to press the issue before. "Go on. Tell me."

Kat's eyes lit up right then. "Could you tell me why you're such an amazing fighter? Do you have some sort of superpower?"

"Superpower? What the heck is that?" Frank rolled his eyes. "I'm a martial artist, honed physically and mentally as a warrior. I'm strong enough to fight hundreds, let alone the paltry few at the karaoke bar."

“Tch."

Kat clicked her tongue doubtfully, convinced that Frank was boasting. "You really like to exaggerate, don't you? Can't you give it a rest?"

you won't understand, like a hick who would think that the richest man in Draconia eats ten eggs

metaphor—the average person would not recognize martial artists even if they see one, let alone understand their

you're exaggerating... Could you just teach me some moves, like the stuff on TV? I'm

her

amusement. "What the hell

The girl really

level, he could unleash his pure vigor more devastatingly

"Ahem... So you're saying you want to join

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