Maruyama stops the video, pulls out the memory stick, and walks over to Noguchi with a flat face, like he doesn't care about his reputation outside the boxing ring.
"Sure," he says, slipping the stick into Noguchi's pocket. "You can play dirty too. But boxing has rules, and rules leave you with fewer tricks. Your opponent can't kick, can't elbow. And you can't do them either."
Noguchi can't say a word to refute, and Maruyama doesn't expecting any argument, simply shoving him toward the door.
"Go home. You're in no shape to train like this."
Noguchi just grins, almost pleased to have an excuse to stay home. The expression grates on Maruyama, but he lets it go, shuts the door on him, and turns back to his staff with a weary look.
"So. Where were we?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Before anyone can answer, the phone on his desk rings, stealing their attention. Maruyama strolls to it, and snatches up the receiver.
"Moshi-moshi."
[Maruyama there?]
