"I used to before I started the bar in earnest, now I just don't have time anymore," Finn told him, pointing to a top shelf and a few of his sparring and forms trophies. "Not many local competitions, unfortunately, and until I'm a little more settled and have a competent assistant manager, no way in hell I'm leaving the pub for a weekend to go kick someone's ass."

The loss wasn't a big thing for him, really. He helped out with some of the higher belts at the do jang and that was enough for him. The fact that he was starting to give real consideration to teaching classes was almost frightening in a way.