It's a high, beating the everloving shit out of somebody. Knocking them down and pounding them over and over and over, then stepping back and letting them stand, just to knock them down again. When he was in the ring, Suigetsu wasn't aware of anything else but the high- oh, sure, he heard the gasps and the cheers and the groans and the cat calls from the crowd. Background noise, fuzzy and out of focus where his opponent was stark and red.
Purely selfish, the fights. He thrived on them and he knew he was good- one of the best. If Mangetsu were still alive, he'd probably be one of the best, too.
If. Haha, if.
Still, he felt satisfied as he left the ring, even though his left eye throbbed (decent shiner, he hadn't had one of those in a while, but he gave as good as he got for it), his knuckles were skinned, and there was a shallow cut somewhere on his face.
Felt even more satisfied when he saw Ino bulldozing her way toward him and looking like she wanted to punch him out herself. Grinned despite a sore jaw and the blood on his sharp teeth (biter, you know).
"Thanks for the luck."
Maybe he was a little slaphappy. Happened once in a while, after a particularly exhilarating fight.
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