Raised by Wolves // Sakura & Jean
"Sounds like a plan. I’m Jean, nice to meet you too." Well looks like he found his plan for the day. Jean’d never been one to underestimate girls– Okay no, wait, that’s a lie. He’d always underestimated girls. At least until his high school trainer had been the toughest most badass girl he’d ever fucking met. He’d maybe had a little bit of a crush. But that was quickly replaced with an insane amount of respect when she kicked his ass from here to Timbuktu his first day when he’d said something stupidly misogynistic and asshole-ish. And that was the last time that ever happened.
”I’d probably be more help with the Jui-Jitsu, to be honest. Boxing was never really my thing. No promises my memory serves me on that one though, I haven’t done any martial arts in.. A while.”
Sakura's smile brightened when Jean introduced himself and she happily led him over to where she trained. "We'll see about your memory." She laughed before tugging on the bandage around her wrist. "I haven't done it properly in a few years either, so we're even."













