Not Jinxed
Upon arriving at the Boxing Gym, I was greeted by Hisa-jii who looked like he was in a good mood. "Young lad, wait a moment."
Despite his age, he still looked like a fierce old man who had yet to retire from boxing, but today, he had a twinkle in his eye that made me curious.
"What is it, Hisa-jii?" I cautiously asked as he rummaged through a drawer behind the counter, his movements surprisingly agile for his age.
"Oh. Did Inaho-chan tell you about the news?" He finally turned around with a newspaper in hand. "Look here," He pointed at the article about a young prodigy in boxing who had been making waves in the underground scene.
"What about him?" I questioned, leaning over the counter to get a better look at the article. Don't tell me he wanted me to fight him?
"This kid's got potential," Hisa-jii said, his voice filled with excitement. "He's been beating some of the strongest opponents out there, and he's not even in his twenties yet."