He leaned against the wall, drinking a chilled Coke he got from his cheap master.
"You're Vice Master Uesugi... right?"
Uesugi Sakura looked up, seeing a young man slightly older than him standing in front.
He didn't know this person, but earlier, he seemed to be standing next to the captain of the Yamanaka Budokan.
He adjusted his sitting posture.
"Just call me Uesugi."
"Uesugi," the young man showed no particular expression, "I wonder if I could spar with you?"
"There's no need," Uesugi Sakura dismissed casually, looking at the armor-clad disciples in the dojo, "I'm sure there are many people here willing to engage with you."
"Is Uesugi-san interested in this national qualifier?"
"I'll be going."
The young man laughed, seemingly happy, but it wasn't the usual kind of happiness; it looked strange, "Then we are rivals."
Uesugi Sakura noticed the change in his expression and asked, "Do we know each other?"
"Not really, technically, I know you, but you might not know me."
