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Why do boys fight? Is it a psychological urge for ascendance, survival and private gain? Or do they are doing it for fun. Many Anthropologists have conducted that the more boys and men incline to fight and have interaction in arguments just because it feels good. For what purport? The demeanor inclines to point out in infancy , affecting how puerile children play. The demeanor often results in gendered conflict. It's more prevalent for males to utilize fighting as how to explore conceptions. The adrenaline quite sharpens their mind whereas females who aren't habituated thereto , the adrenaline can quite shut them down.
In other words, men use conflict to their advantage, leveraging the dynamic for convivial and astute gain. What could be outwardly understood to be anti-gregarious demeanor (and it can certainly tip over into that realm) is, in fact, the antithesis. To the degree that acts of aggression aren't acts of transgression, fighting for men may be a thanks to bond at speed while triangulating their own identity and sharpening their deciding . It's genuinely practical implement, albeit an eccentric one.
A lanky teenager who is exceptionally tall for his age show upon the scene.Panting Takemichi takes a swift look towards you, you give a minute yet culpable smile.
''You're the organizer. Calm the hell down'' the lanky boy verbally expressed.
One of Takemichi's friends, the plum pompadour boy, verbally expressed out of shock '' That blonde braid. And the dragon tattoo on his temple...''
'' The vice-leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang!!''
'' Ken Ryuguji! Aka 'Draken'!''
What one dramatic exordium for a person but at least we're a step more proximate to a goal, only a minor step more proximate.
''Heyy, Kenchin?'' a familiar voice rang.
Mikey.
Vexed, Draken replied '' HUH?! Don't call me by that nickname, Mikey.
''I'm all out of Dorayaki.''
Mikey was sure a fascinating person, one who you want to decipher more of.
Sudden shouts echoed the fighting ring.
'' GOOD AFTERNOON... MR PRESIDENT!''
Takemichi realised that the president of the Tokyo Manji Gang arrived, frantly visually examining you as you perpetuated to give him supplies for his injuries.
