[A snort.] Know a few boxers who would tell ya different.

[While Mamoru has been a purist in some things, he does realize the advantage of bringing a hybrid of different schools, different techniques, hell, entirely different modalities, into a fight. He does get the gist of it. Exhertion to find some clearness of mind. Interesting that this guy seems to need both that and a bottle of whiskey to have some sort of success.

Then again, he had met two teachers who could still work at their best with a stomach full of bourbon. As long as they kept their wits to them and didn't endanger others, Mamoru had no problems with.

He actually ponders about the reply to that question for a second, a shoulder rolling lower as he tilts his head:] Method alone doesn't make miracles. Think there's a point to follow one if the end result is shitty?