Martial Artists Never Waste Energy on Inner Conflict

"Martial artists are all brutes! Their heads are packed with muscle!"

A psychic shouted himself hoarse. He felt so wronged.

For example, martial artists beat him up just because they didn't like the look of him. Where was the justice in that?

"Martial artists are a bunch of lunatics. They often do things you never expect. For example, they like eating my mechanical creations, saying they're delicious and aromatic."

A mechanic said this, with a robot missing half its body behind him.

"Oh? Martial artists? They're pretty straightforward. Once you get to know them, they're great."

A mage said this. The martial artist test subject on his lab table nodded and told him to increase the dosage.

The dose was too small. Who did you think you were looking down on? One bottle each.

"Martial artists like asking me for a scrubdown. No, no, I'm not a bathhouse attendant. I'm an esper, the kind who fires energy blasts."

The esper didn't understand, but chose to respect their preferences.

After all, martial artists never overthink things. They're people of action.

If it feels doable, do it.

What about the consequences?

If I get beaten to death, then I was wrong.

If you can't beat me to death, then I wasn't wrong.

If I beat you to death, then I was right.