Lorenzo
The fist struck true and connected with his chest like a sledgehammer, sending him back on the floor like a floored sack of potatoes, though less nourishing. However, the pirate looked stunned, looking up at the girl who had just struck him so.
After he recollected himself, he got back up and wiped the dust off his coat, almost like he never got hit in the first place, or simply didn't care.
"You don't need to yell at me to tell me that, jeez. You really are a bonehead." He said in his usual carefree manner, cocked his own arm and sent a mercilessly gentle pat on Medaka's head.
"Well, if punching me was all you were after, you could've gotten to the point quicker. Oh well, see ya. Let's meet again!"
With that, he waved at her with the usual grin on his face and walked away, wondering just why did his chest hurt so much.
Ah, I see...
In that case, he needed to become stronger, much stronger. If he could reach for what he was missing, he'd never lose again. Not to her, not to anyone else. But above everything, not to himself. Only then could he truly face her.