A month had passed since Y/N had taken refuge at Jigoro's dojo. He had been trying to practice the basics of Total Breathing Concentration, which Y/N being a rather simple-minded person only saw it as extremely convenient and rather unrealistic, also whenever he asked the old man about what he was training for, or what's a Hashira, Jigoro would say he'd explain eventually.
One day, as Y/N stood in the training area, he took a deep breath, "Total Breathing Concentration.." He was trying to get it right then, an unexpected interruption came crashing down.
SMACK!
A resounding slap on the back of Y/N's head hit with such force that he momentarily feared he might lose it altogether. He stumbled forward, clutching the back of his head, his eyes wide with shock and pain.
"What the hell?!" Y/N exclaimed, his voice a mixture of anger and bewilderment. He turned to face the source of the slap and found Jigoro, standing there with an unimpressed expression.
Y/N's face flushed with irritation. "What was that for, old man?" he spat out, not bothering to hide his anger.
Jigoro shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with disapproval. "You weren't concentrating," he said.
Before Y/N could respond, another forceful slap came down on the back of his head.
SMACK!
This time, Y/N yelped in pain and annoyance. "Are you trying to knock my head off?" he shouted.
Jigoro didn't seem fazed. "You will address me as 'master,' not 'old man,'" he stated firmly.
Y/N, still rubbing the back of his head from the last slap, reluctantly corrected himself, "Master."Jigoro's gruff exterior momentarily softened, and a warm blush crept onto his face. It was as if Y/N had given him a rare and precious gift with that simple word.
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However, Y/N, being Y/N, couldn't resist pushing his luck. "... old fart," he muttered under his breath.
SMACK!
Before he even finished uttering the words, Jigoro's hand came down on the back of his head again, and Y/N's world momentarily spun. He let out an exasperated groan.
Y/N wasn't one to back down easily, though. He was determined to prove a point. He took a deep breath and called out, "Total Breathing Concent—"
SMACK!
The slap interrupted him yet again, and Y/N couldn't help but let out a frustrated growl. "What is wrong with you?! How the fuck can I get it done if you keep doing that?!" he exclaimed, turning to face Jigoro with a glare.
