Mikajia had skill as a martial artist, and had been training for the better part of over half his life, which meant he could almost be classified as a master. However, he certainly didn’t qualify for a title like “Legendary Warrior”, that was for sure. Yet, that’s what they were calling him. It was so embarrassing, that Mikajia had actually decided to cover his face, preferring to finish this fight anonymously. He had confidence in his skills, and he wasn’t afraid to say that he was a skilled martial artist, because he knew he could always back it up. But he never actually bragged.
Considering how much he hated arrogance, especially misplaced arrogance, he honestly felt he would rather kill himself than become one of those idiots that ends up eating their words. In a way, it was almost a fear he had, of one day overestimating his skill and being made a fool of. Some might consider it extreme, but he would honestly rather die than be one of those people. He didn’t know why he felt like that, just that it had been that way for him as far back as he could remember. And honestly, that’s fine.
WC = 300/2,000