Rude has trained with Tseng only a handful of times. A lot of his training happened alone, and usually with either a literal punching bag, or a figurative one. The latter tended to be unsuspecting targets or sometimes just unlucky drunk guys at a bar who wanted to have a go at him. He never really had much of a shortage of people to fight.

If Tseng wanted to get technical, then sure, he can make the case that maybe the practice Rude is getting isn't good enough to get him through this mission without issue.

"No," he responds honestly, watching Tseng stretch at first before he's suddenly on the ground with his legs pointed in two very different directions. Rude clears his throat as if to suggest the sight was inappropriate (despite being alone with Tseng with no one watching but mother nature herself). "You're right. I might need practice holding back." He's just full of jokes today, despite the stoic expression on his face.

This isn't one of the times he's going to play his insubordination card, either. He starts stretching (MODESTLY), working his shoulders and arms out to get them warmed up followed by his legs. No splits today.