Re: Blood and Iron

Weeks passed by as Bruno continued with his daily life in the German Empire. With his work at the Central Division of the German Army's High Command, as well as his micromanagement of several major corporations within a wide variety of industries, the numbers in Bruno's bank account kept going up by the day.

But because of this, he was almost always busy, having no real time except on weekends for himself. After all, his family was a significant priority of his, and because of this, any free time he had outside of work was spent with them.

Even so, Bruno somehow managed to find the time to begin his workout routine, maintaining his physique, which had begun to come unraveled due to his rather complacent lifestyle, as well as increasing his overall muscle mass, stamina, and cardiovascular health.

In addition to this, Bruno began to take up wrestling and boxing, with the formation of the National Institutes for Sports underway to foster generational talent within a variety of athletic programs suited towards the Olympics. Bruno had decided to begin expanding his time set aside for himself by incorporating the two combat sports into his weekly schedule. Though he was by no means training like a professional, the proficiency that Bruno displayed in both wrestling and boxing fundamentally changed the mindset of those few practitioners within Berlin who had begun training in temporary gymnasiums, which the German Empire was now sponsoring for the sake of raising proper instructors for the future generations of talent in these two athletic pursuits.

After all, the sports of boxing and wrestling would develop rapidly in the following decades, and it was during this time in Bruno's past life, particularly in the second half of the 20th century and the first half of the 21st, that Bruno learned such pursuits.

Hence, the way he dodged and countered punches was completely unusual for the time. But today was an unusual day. Bruno was by no means a small man; in fact, by the standards of the 21st century, he would be considered a Light Heavyweight if he fought in Mixed Martial Arts.

But his opponent was what one might call a genuine heavyweight. As the man kept coming at him, Bruno found himself backed into a corner, where he used an illegal move by push kicking the man away in an act of frustration, followed by a jab, cross, and a leg kick.

The leg kick was so debilitating that the man fell to the floor, where Bruno stood over him smirking. Ultimately, it was the coach of the small and recently founded boxing club who stepped in and interrupted the match.

Though Bruno realized he had messed up and violated the rules of the sport while in a sparring match with his opponent, it was not he who was yelled at, but rather the heavyweight who climbed to his feet and limped around. Clearly unused to being kicked in the leg, and by such a powerful one at that.

"What the fuck was that? Are you taking a dive? I know that was an illegal blow, but are you seriously trying to tell me a kick to the leg is all it takes to drop a big potato-fed motherfucker like you?"

Bruno smirked when he heard this, making a comment to the coach about how little he knew about kickboxing, which wasn't even a sport outside of Southeast Asia at this time.

"Do you want to experience it for yourself?"