The strongest warrior isn't he who wins all of his battles.
The strongest warrior is he who wins all of his chosen battles.
In other words, if he sees a battle he has no hope of winning, he would run.
Run and get the f*** out of there!
Akira's sharp instincts screamed at him the moment Sakura and Hinata began stomping toward him with terrifying purpose, their expressions locked somewhere between offended pride and dangerous challenge. Their generous chests bounced with every step, like twin sets of enchanted jellies that dared men to look and perish.
Akira didn't even blink.
He turned, sprang out of the pool in one clean motion, grabbed Shiina's hand, and bolted toward the exit.
"Kyaa!" Shiina squealed in shock, her bare feet splashing against the tiles, but she didn't resist. She let him pull her along as shouts echoed behind them.
"Don't let him escape, girls! Catch him! Bring him to me!!" Coach Kubo yelled, flailing a clipboard in the air like a man possessed.
