Currently, a woman unfamiliar to Kenshiro, Diadora, was diligently training in it.
The fat administrator was ready to answer any questions at any moment.
A certain athlete in a mask was "communicating" with a woman who had clearly come not to train, but to demand something from him. In essence, they weren't so much talking as she was trying to talk to him.
— Lance, stop fooling around.
Lance ignores the woman and continues training.
— Lance! The homeland needs your talents.
Lance ignores the woman and continues training.
— The fate of all of Farellia depends on you!
Lance ignores the woman and continues training.
Lance ignores the woman and continues training.
Lance ignores the woman and continues training.
— Lance!!!
— Fine, I'll come back.
— Excellent!
— But...
— But?..
— You'll become my woman.
— What? This is no time for that!
The athlete grabs the foreigner and flips her over his shoulder like this:

The woman loses consciousness and can no longer continue the dialogue.
Lance continues training.