Tali-'s El-t- Boxing Hal-

Talia had slept sound. The sounds of a fist hitting something calming and relaxing to her ears. She woke just a bit before the sunrise and started stretching. She went to the backroom and then peaked out at the dirty and disappointed pup. She then went back to the kitchen.

It was simple enough and was mainly used to treat wounds. The fridge was small and about her height containing only what was needed for breakfast. She hated going out early in the morning. So she grabbed the food and started on breakfast. The pup was no doubt hungry and tired. She'd let him eat then take a small nap before going back to work.

Meanwhile a face peered in through one of the windows. It looked like it had a black cat on its head. It then would disappear from view then the door would open. In stepped a girl not much taller than Miles a lock of blond hair hanging right between her eyes. She was wearing a black and white dress. Her hood dragged out behind her like a cape and she was smiling at him. 

"A BlackGaomon. Hi," she said. "I'm Nina," she said walking around him her arms behind her back and with a wide smile. 

What time was it? How long had he been going at it with those rugs? Miles thoughts swirled like a high tide bashing against the rocks, while his adrenaline began to calm he started to feel the ache in his arms and the searing pain under his gloves. It was warm and it stung. He could feel the emptiness of his belly and the knots in his fur from the dirt, his lungs were burning and wheezing as it tried to fight the dust particles intruding. This felt more like a death sentence then a training segment.

"A BlackGaomon. Hi, I'm Nina,"

Miles eyes widened, hearing an unfamiliar voice. He brought his head back down from staring at the rafters and looked at the girl, "Uh...hi..." Miles said eyeing her, "I'm Miles....but I'm not a Blac--" Miles started but went into a coughing fit as he worked up something nasty and spat it out. "Well...that didn't taste pleasant..." He looked to Nina, "Sorry about that.....I'm actually a blue Gaomon...are you a member here?" He said trying not to show how much discomfort he was actually in. He was also pretty sure his paws were bleeding inside his gloves.

His face tried to appear cheery but instead just came across exhausted.

"Really.....then you must be really dirty," Nina said with a chuckle. "Nope I'm not a member. I want to be though. Talia won't let me though."

"That is because guns aren't allowed in the ring," Talia said appearing with food to sit on one the tables. "Eat up pup you lasted all night. A complete surprise to me I thought you'd fall asleep halfway and I'd have to scold you."

"My guns pack a punch though," Nina whined getting close to Talia.

"You don't use that kind of punch in the ring you dunce," Talia replied for the hundreth time. She hated this annoying little girl. She was fiendish and whined a lot.

Nina stuck out her tongue and sat down at the table. She would smile at Miles. "Maybe after you become a master you could teach me," Nina said happily earning a flick to the head with one of Talia's vines. Talia went over and examined his work.

"Really.....then you must be really dirty," Miles chuckled lightly. "Nope I'm not a member. I want to be though. Talia won't let me though."

"That is because guns aren't allowed in the ring," Talia said appearing with food to sit on one the tables. The aroma of the food lifted Miles to his feet and to the table, he sniffed at it with his tongue hanging from his mouth and tail wagging back and forth.

"Eat up pup you lasted all night. A complete surprise to me I thought you'd fall asleep halfway and I'd have to scold you." He didn't need to be told twice, he began to eat up everything on his plate. He coughed here and there from the dust in his lungs but he didn't let it deter him.

He was so hungry, he had let most of Talia and Nina's conversation go unheard, "Maybe after you become a master you could teach me," Miles looked to her after finishing his meal. "Well...um....sure I guess?" He said unsure, he eyed her figure more clearly now that he had some food in his belly and cocked his head. "Excuse me Nina, if you don't mind my asking. What exactly are you? I'm not familiar with your species." He asked curiously.

"I'm a Sistermon....noir to be exact," Nina said smiling. "I'm a runner. I deliver stuff between people so if you ever need anything to reach someone else fast I'm your girl." Nina was very proud of what she did. It had been really hard to work up the network that she has. It takes a lot to earn peoples trust.

"Speaking of being a runner. There a reason you are here," Talia said rolling up a few of the rugs and leaving the rest untouched.

"Nope I just heard that someone new was in your gym. I wanted to see who," Nina said her feet swinging under the table.

"Those grapevine ninnies need to mind their own business," Talia grumbled. "Take a bath and rest for a bit pup. I'll wake you in awhile and we can resume your training."

"Oh, is he going to be participating in the Battle ring tomorrow," Nina asked with a grin. Talia glared at her.

"I'm a Sistermon....noir to be exact," Miles still wasn't sure what that was. "I'm a runner. I deliver stuff between people so if you ever need anything to reach someone else fast I'm your girl." She must have had really strong legs then, Miles thought.

"Speaking of being a runner. There a reason you are here,"

"Nope I just heard that someone new was in your gym. I wanted to see who," Miles wondered how someone could know, then again he was his father's son. He was sure on some small scale his movements were being followed by someone.

"Those grapevine ninnies need to mind their own business," Talia grumbled. "Take a bath and rest for a bit pup. I'll wake you in awhile and we can resume your training." Miles looked at Talia and nodded. Pulling from the table and beginning to walk towards the bathroom.

"Oh, is he going to be participating in the Battle ring tomorrow," Miles paused and turned around, "Battle ring!?" He said excitedly, "Did you get me a fight!?" Miles said his tail beginning to wag back and forth.

"No, you aren't ready to fight yet. You got a long ways to go. Now go bathe," Talia huffed. Her gaze going from him back to Nina who realized she wasn't suppose to say anything.

"I'll just go," Nina said fleeing out the door before she could be scolded. Talia sighed and turned around picking up the rolled rugs to take them into the storage room once more.

"No, you aren't ready to fight yet. You got a long ways to go. Now go bathe," Miles face soured and his tail stopped, "I'll just go," Miles watched Nina leave and turned his attention back to Talia. "When do you think I'll be ready?" He asked curiously. He chose Talia as his coach because of her passion to defeat his dad, who put her out of a career. He wanted to ride that passion all the way to glory and fame and be better then his dad, he'd trust her. If she said he wasn't ready, he wasn't ready.

Miles took off his headband while he waited for his coaches response. He felt the searing pain in his knuckles again and removed a glove, he made a pained face as he looked at his paw, it was bloody and his fur was stained. He probably should have wrapped his fists before he pounded those rugs. He was worried they were broken, but he could still make a fist. It hurt, but it was possible. He wasn't smart enough to understand if that mattered though.

He examined it, "I just want to know how hard I should push myself."

Talia thought about it. She did not doubt he had received training from his father as well. In truth he may not be ready now but only he could say when he was truly ready. "A month or so at this rate," she said nodding to herself. "That Battle ring Nina spoke of is elite. Even the novice ring is cutthroat. Mark my words more men die in the ring than one might think." She stated having seen such things herself. 

"Hmm....after your rest if you manage to make five of these rugs spotless then I may consider taking you to watch," Talia said looking to the rugs. She would have to go roll them in dirt while he took his nap to make it harder for him since the goal is only five.

"A month or so at this rate," Miles looked to her, a month? He began to feel underestimated. He had sparred with his father often, it was never serious and his dad never threw a punch but it was sparring to him. "That Battle ring Nina spoke of is elite. Even the novice ring is cutthroat. Mark my words more men die in the ring than one might think." Killing in a fight? That disturbed Miles.

"Hmm....after your rest if you manage to make five of these rugs spotless then I may consider taking you to watch," Just five? He had almost doubled that earlier. It was likely she would use her best materials. He'd have to expect it to be tough as nails.

Miles placed his gloves on the table and headband, he looked at Talia and took a deep breath. "If you say I'll be ready in a month, I will push myself to be ready in half that time. I am my father's son after all. I will show you what that means." He turned and faced the showers dropping his arms to his side. His paws dripped a couple droplets of blood to the floor.

"There is no honor in killing a mon in a ring. If you defeat an opponent in a fight, they should have the right to be stronger to come back and win. That is what my dad always told me. If they become stronger, then you do too. It was his endless rival method. I won't ever kill a digimon, any who do are scum. All I want to do is fight and use these fists to bring honor back to my home. My dad is to old to compete in the circuits and his reactions dulled. As his son I have to bring back his legacy." Miles looked over his shoulder.

"If this arena is cutthroat, then I'll beat this truth into them. I'll use my fists to speak and show them what it means to be a fighter." Miles threw up his fist, if Talia was watching she'd see his open wound. "When I come back, I'll beat those rugs so clean you'll eat off of them." He lowered his fist and headed for the bathroom.

Miles turned on the shower, wishing there had been a tub to sit in instead. He stayed under the water as it washed through his clunked coat for the second time. The water running at his feet turned black and had clumps of dust sticking together. Miles slowly started turning blue again.

He watched the red on his knuckles disappear and the scraps behind it appear. He looked up at the shower head and thought back closing his eyes.

"Papa, Papa!" An eight year old Miles said running over to his father who had just knocked out a Gorimon after five rounds. His dad's face was beaten and bloody. His eye was swollen nearly shut and one of his ears had folded down, but he smiled when he saw his young pup running to his arms.

"Ha ha ha ha! My boy! Did you see me tonight?" Miles giggled as his father picked him up and turned in a circle with Miles outstretched. He coddled him close, resting him on a single muscular arm. Miles looked up at his father with such pride in his eyes.

"I did Papa! I saw you! A left and a left then a right! Your signature punch really sent him flying!!" Miles exclaimed. Aurora and his sisters made their way to meet the father and son in the lobby. Miles Senior's beautiful enchanting wife, meeting his much larger figure with a passionate kiss.

"Oh ho ho what was that for?" He asked going in for seconds. Miles watched the two, feeling a bit awkward being in between them. "For coming back to me of course." She eyed his face and chuckled caressing it with a cool hand. "I could get used to your face like this." She chuckled.

"Gosh no! Dad looks horrible!" Lia called out taking her dads open hand; the one on the arm not holding Miles. Miles Senior sneered, "Well thanks for the compliment Lia." Elanor approached crossing her arms, "I knew you'd be fine, though that stumble in the third had us slightly concerned." She said with a smirk.

Senior tried to think back, "What stumble? I don't remember a stumble." Elanor smiled and shook her head, "Uh huh." She replied.

The family made their way to Senior's locker room, where Senior was collecting his things. Miles rambled on and on about the different rounds which annoyed Lia. Elanor and Aurora, found Miles excitement adorable and watched with a soft stare.

"Then you punched him right in the snoz!!" Miles said throwing an exaggerated punch straight into a locker. Miles paw smashed it hard and he yelped, crying from the pain. "Miles! You need to be more careful!" Elanor said, his sister running to his aide.

"Let me see it!" Elanor took a look at his paw with Miles watching, he sniffled and took short breaths as the pain settled. His paw was bleeding and the skin could be seen, Lia poked over Elanor's shoulder and Aurora joined Eleanor's inspection.

"Is...Is...it....bro...broken?" He asked in broken breaths, "It could have been...you got very lucky. You know how fragile your paws are." Elanor stated. Aurora nodded and pet her son's head, "Yes dear, they were not made for punching."

Miles dropped his head down, "Why can't...my paws be strong..." Miles said. Senior knelt down and Miles looked to him. Senior placed a hand on Miles head and stroked it with love, "Your paws don't need to be strong to throw a good punch." Miles looked at his father with an attentive gaze and an inquired expression.

Senior lifted his very large index finger and placed it on Miles chest, it nearly covered its length "To throw a good punch, you just need a strong heart. If you have that, no matter how weak the fist or small adorable fragile paw, you'll knockout your opponent every time." Senior smiled at Miles whose face brightened. Senior removed his finger and hand from Miles and stood. Miles placed his paw over his heart, feeling its rhythm behind his bone and flesh. He looked to his father and leaped to his leg, embracing it as tight as his little body would let him around his fathers shin. He had forgotten the pain from moments before.

Miles opened his eyes and watched the droplets fall onto him, his coat back to its blue glow. "My heart will be strong papa." He said, he stayed in the shower a while longer before turning it off and drying off. He felt the weariness of his body set in now that he had washed and let out a wheezed yawn. His lungs still afflicted by the dust from earlier.

He trotted towards the sleeping quarters, remembering where it was Talia had gone and found himself a bed to sleep on. He laid on it with the blanket under him and raised his paw to the air and spread his fingers. "It's gonna get ever stronger. I promise." He soon dazed off after placing it back down on the bed. His breathing becoming soft and open with an open mouth. He would sleep until woken.

"If you say I'll be ready in a month, I will push myself to be ready in half that time. I am my father's son after all. I will show you what that means," His drive to prove her wrong was endearing. However it took more than heart to win in the ring. Many entered with just as much drive as him and few ever made it past their first round. There was a lot to teach him yet.


"There is no honor in killing a mon in a ring. If you defeat an opponent in a fight, they should have the right to be stronger to come back and win. That is what my dad always told me. If they become stronger, then you do too. It was his endless rival method. I won't ever kill a digimon, any who do are scum. All I want to do is fight and use these fists to bring honor back to my home. My dad is to old to compete in the circuits and his reactions dulled. As his son I have to bring back his legacy." And hid son will continue his. This was probably going to become a generational thing. Which wasn't bad but eventually it would end.



"If this arena is cutthroat, then I'll beat this truth into them. I'll use my fists to speak and show them what it means to be a fighter." Talia saw his wound. Just from punching rugs all night... "When I come back, I'll beat those rugs so clean you'll eat off of them." She shook her head and smiled. He could definitely try.


A few hours passed Talia making herself busy keeping up on the gym. That was for awhile til a familiar face showed up. He smirked as he came into the gym a headband saying number one boxing school on his headband. Talia bristled at him and glared defiantly.

"So good to see you again Talia. I thought you had pulled out of the business for good," he spoke in a dignified manner and sat at one of the tables his lithe tail swaying behind him. "I heard you got a new recruit."

"That is no business of yours Ronin," she huffed in response.

"I'm actually glad," Ronin said looking to the ring. "You have been away for far too long. Your last student provided an enjoyable show. Everyone likes the underdog trying to make it to the top."

"You got there through trickery. We all know it," Talia growled.

"Using my entire being in battle is not trickery," he said his eyes turning towards her with a glare. He then stood up and towered over her. "I am simply a Gokuwmon after all. I was made for the ring. Your jealousy is only natural," he smirked at her as he saw the hatred in her eyes.

"There is only one man who could ever beat me and he is now retired. I'm going to enjoy watching your protege struggle only to fail," He said walking out the door. 

"He won't," Talia said softly. She sighed her desire to clean gone. Instead she lined up the five rugs and went back to wake Miles. She looked over his sleeping form. For now he was innocent to the ways of the ring soon he would learn though that it isn't as simple at his dad made him believe.

"Time to wake up pup," Talia said shaking him a bit. "Go pee then were heading out for dinner. Then we will work on your training."

Talia left the room and stood by the door waiting for him. They went out ate at Chief's then returned home. The rug still where she left them and caked in mud. She motioned towards them and smiled. She brought over a chair so she could watch him get started.

"Time to wake up pup," Talia's shakes waking him, he rose and inspected the room forgetting where he was. He didn't realize sleeping away from his comfortable home would feel so strange. He missed his eldest sister waking him in the mornings but Talia was there instead.

He took her form in his half awake state and yawned, stretching and scratching his head. "Go pee then were heading out for dinner. Then we will work on your training." Miles nodded not finding the strength to speak and leaped off the bed. He stretched over his head as far as he could his tail wagging fast in response.

He moved to the bathroom rubbing his eyes and stood over the toilet and watched the steady stream. He shook himself clean of any remaining, getting a few droplets on his fur he clicked his teeth in disbelief. He moved over to the sink washing his paws and headed back out to Talia.

"I'm ready." He said with smile after finding his headband and gloves on the table he left them on and putting them on. He followed Talia out to her favorite ramen place and got four large bowls of the chicken ramen. It was his favorite kind of meat.

Talia had not spoke the entire time except to ask how Miles slept and he truthfully told her like a baby. Though waking up in a strange place was difficult and made him home sick but she shouldn't worry about him wanting to return.

When they returned Miles moved in towards the rugs that had been set up, and looked at Talia who motioned him to start. Miles looked back at the rugs and how much worse they were then any of the others and glanced at his paw hidden under his dads glove.

"Talia, is it alright with you if you wrap my paws in cloth first before I begin?" He asked turning to her.

"Go ahead. There is plenty of dressing in the kitchen to the left of the sink," Talia said waving off the question. "It would do no good if you broke a paw. Then you couldn't throw a punch," she remembered the blood from earlier. She had to wonder where those callouses were that would protect his hands. Miles didn't raise a heir to his throne did he...

After Miles would return she motioned him to begin once more and watched his punches. If he was relying on speed and strength she'd scold him. "There is more to punching than making fast and powerful jabs. You also have to aim and learn where to take the damage. Don't just beat the rugs aim for the right spots to knock off the dirt," she would watch his face as she watched him. Determined but pained....his paws were too soft. He had to rely on the aim. She knew that now. Endurance and strength were not going to be his strong points for awhile yet. In time though he just might be able to hit something without bleeding himself.

She continued correcting him as she saw fit. Telling him to adjust angles or stance. To watch where he was hitting all the way down to how his body moved when he leaned into his punches.