not dark and edgy but still a son of mine

Hattori noticed the sharp look in his eye, knew his son was a faster learner. That all he'd needed was a nudge. And he did change his stance, his head didn't hang so low, and he wasn't so bull-ish in his posture. Hattori made a grunting noise in his throat, adjusting his weight again, splaying his toes against the mat, easing the tension from his shoulder as he braced for impact. He felt as though it was important to allow the blows to land, to learn to fight against someone who constantly dodged and weaved out of the way instilled a sense of frustration. Didn't actually get them used to the impact of it, learn that whilst their attacks hurt those on the receiving end more, the force of it still stung.