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Early in the beginning, Chitta will be eating face to face.

The other Kathy is changing from Orthodox style. Orthodox, with his left hand forward and his right hand protecting his face, is one of the least clear-cut structures.

Kathy's setup is now a no-guard. The steps of the feet and the movement of the body are improved by putting both hands down sloppily and lowering the arms, which are instead heavy objects.

Chitta noticed. Cassie said she meant it.

The audience boiled. Excited to see Kathy the no-guard. She's cheering anew.

I hear the serious Kathy releases numerous punches that flirt with both hands of the no-guard. With both hands lowered, there are many hard to read punches in the trajectory that shake up from the bottom with nature, and the reach of the giant is hard to fight together.

The other guy was laughing.

Come on, you just said that attitude. With that in mind, Chitta approaches.

It was closer than it was originally. It is slightly less advantageous to be outboxed than inferior in reach. There can't be a judgment win, even a KO crisis with one of their lucky punches. Then there's no way out of boxing where you can take a distance and earn a hit with footwork.

Stand with a peekaboo style that protects the lower half of your face with both hands.

Low posture, infighting to dive in.

Kick the ground.

"Shh!"

Approaching.

At the same time Kathy moved. Sudden right. Chitta consolidated her guard and defended herself in such a unique orbit that it would. We can't avoid it.

Go on, three fists fly. Play right, left, right, rhythmic and rough.

Step in.

It would be safer to forcibly bring it into melee, as cut in. Punches in boxing are the most powerful when stretched, so it's a good idea to dive inside and fight to keep your opponent from reaching out.

Rough and pack the distance.

"Shh!"

From here on out, Chitta's attack. Left, right. One-two. It's a mess. More left hook. This is also exchanged.

Successfully dodges the opponent with a piece of paper. Fast bodywork against appearance. He makes me think I caught him and immediately avoids every body. Are you trying to invite a big swing to hit the counter?

Got on.

Chitta dared to strike out.

Keep the one-two foolish and tangle the body.

Flirted. Avoided as funny, it is only by hitting the core body that the momentum is flowing sideways.

It is a brilliant evasion. I also avoid this on a single piece of paper. Apparently, he keeps flirting and is after this one's attacking fatigue.

"Shh!"

Superior, funny. Attack fatigue and attack further.

Anyway, if it's the last round, we should attack and get out - so short we decide to be ready.

Sharp forward body hook. Deepen the step and extend the range. Yes, no matter how many opponents are thoroughly dodged, the body doesn't move much in Sweden.

Therefore, the bodyhook took a clean view of the other side.

It's settled.

bursting sound at the moment I thought.

Chitta's jaw jumped.

I notice that I heard a burst sound twice. One is Chitta and one is Kathy's blow. Apparently, we got a match.

(does that mean we can finally meet)

Kathy's upper was sharp. This one decided to bodyhook, while one shot in the jaw. The current condition is pain sharing.

I don't mind. Keep pushing.

Chitta's decision was quick. Shake your body in the weaving, turn on the recoil and hook it up to your body again. Slightly unreachable and returned a restraining strike to the face. My face was only bounced for a moment.

Still push. Momentum is here.

Step in and take another shot, connect the right bodyhook. Temper won or clean hit. A good recoil returned to the right.

"Knock."

I greet Kathy with blindfolded jabs again, distressed for a moment. The fast left running in a straight line stays on Kathy's face...

I won't hit it.

Lower your fist before you hit it, the knife to return, and let it eat its right body once more blatantly. The perfect combination to the right body from blindfold stabbed Kathy beautifully.

But...

Fight back.

The right straight of the opponent's swing struck out Chitta's left cheek. The full blow with mass was terribly heavy and sparks scattered from Chitta's eyes. My vision greyed out and I couldn't see anything for a second.

"Shh!"

Not good as this.

One more time with your strength, see the left body straight. Hit. Keep hitting the tackle and release the right hook with blurry vision.

A blow that manages to hit me and pray. Just hit the right hook and you'll buy time. In the meantime, Chitta should be able to get back on her feet.

Hard to hit. Now I've earned a moment of my time, while I thought.

Fight back, a shock runs on your right cheek. Probably the other guy's left hook. A big shock runs into my brain, my grey vision is shaken and I can't see the light.

Hook's rewards are mutual.

And the taste of blood in my mouth is terrible.

"Shh!"

Cut another trump card here.

It's a blow even if you're blind.

Left upper, openly clean hit on Kathy. The opponent was confused as to why the upper had come.

Naturally, this movement is a body-upper movement. I got caught in the same motion punch.

The opponent had his brain shaken or he was only showing a gap for a moment.

(Tatami!)

Moment overhand lights. Thoughtfully ride the centrifugal force. The big, longitudinally swinging hook around the back knocks Kathy out of her mind again -

"Shh!"

I didn't know what happened.

Impact.

Down to the temples. The feel of the ground.

When I understood that I had been slapped from my shoulder, the world was turning dizzy and I was getting nauseous.

I can't stand.

(What, what happened?

Kathy is poking one knee. I guess Chitta's overlight hand pruned my consciousness and accidentally poked me on one knee and took me down.

Then who am I? Looking to heaven.

Did you get a straight shot down and go down?

It was a rare double down and the referee was found to be a little wolfy.

Understanding catches up.

At the same time the count is six. We need to get up by the ten-count. Stand back. My legs tremble.

(No, no, no!

I have to be in a fighting pose by the count of ten to become a KO. But my legs are not as good as they seem to fall.

Fighting poses taken so hard are not powerful that you can tell for yourself.

The game resumes.

Lose as it is.

I thought so. Chitta was moving quickly.

Wave only your hand.

Kathy trying to play.

Moments, kick the ground with your feet to match your opponent. Reach out while you're about to fall.

(Clinch again!

Manage to hug and stiffen up your opponent.

Clinch successful.

But at the same time, blunt pain in the flank.

"Huh!"

He's been beaten to the side. Intense damage to right flank.

(No, if I let you go, you lose!

Stick together and experience vomiting and severe pain to your flank.

"Blake! Let's leave!

Instructions will be given and pulled, but Chitta has not recovered yet.

Match resumes.

At the same time, towed with a left jab with no speed.

At that moment when the opponent reaches out to play, he puts his hand back in front of being played. And the right body, makes me look like I'm stepping in again.

(Not yet)

Clinch. Third time.

I'm just sticking around rather than cuddling and consolidating.

"Gu!

He slaps me in the stomach again. Chitta still didn't let go.

The audience went into view.

The audience clinched twice and three times, and the heat was pulling.

You said you were cheering for the heat fight earlier. Even though Kathy was almost pushed into each other and screamed at the hot game roll out. They were now stuffed with chittas full of clinches.

"Box me," "I'm not hugging you," "Fight me."

An inexplicable voice sounded chitty.

I wanted to cry, I thought. Cursing at my weak heart in the game was too hard.

"Blake! Get away from me!

be peeled off.

The game will resume soon. Just a little recovery, still heavy feet.

(Can I go or is it tough)

I'm not comfortable with my legs. Still remember to turn on the rhythm of the weaving.

Travel close to the sticky feet, but gradually pack the distance to the target.

There's only infighting, so even if you're scared, you just have to get close.

Opponent's jab, straight. Avoid them desperately. Get your hands out of here, too, avoiding it. One Two Without Power. Naturally it plays.

Still, we still have to fight.

"Shh!"

Long hook on the left. Cut. Right body straight. Doesn't really work.

Due to the weakness of this attack, the opponent's hook is sharp and powerful. Shake your torso and dodge it with Weaving. Avoid the right upper too.

(Can I lose now...?

The weak sound born in the heart is the heart of Chitta.

The spar comes back then. At that time, Kathy overwhelmed herself with a simple ring she made to the "Talent Consultant Mitsuji" store, and she lay on the ground five times.

Despair spreads bitterly then.

Don't you have enemies?

Do I remain invincible?

Its weak sound, born only in the heart of Chitta for a moment, instantly filled the heart. The feeling that I could lose anymore brought my neck, and at that moment, somewhere in my heart screamed.

(No! Still, I left something to do before I lost!

Right hook. Avoidable. Left upper. Avoid.

Still, Chitta didn't keep her distance diligently. Makes it harder to get closer to them.

If you leave, you lose. Lose the game, too. Or before that, you lose something.

Chitta squeezed her temper. We're going to fight now.

Decide next.

I ate it up and made my whole body look like a spring.

"Shh!"

Last bet.

Left body upper and right body hook. Weaving momentum and releasing a right anomalous jab to the face.

Suddenly in the third straight, Kathy was frightened when she was killed of momentum.

In that gap, tap the left body hook as you wish again. I put centrifugal force on it and made it look like a whip. This blow turned out to be a clean hit with a feeling coming from my hand.

Kathy broke her body for a moment. Turns out this is a great opportunity. The opponent's foot is now sealed.

All set.

(- Now!

Overhand lights. Vicious vertical right hook coming around from the back.

The instant you seal the opponent's leg with your left body, this Death Regeneration Strike Special. Centrifugal, wielded like a sickle, it had the momentum to overthrow a giant with a single blow.

But.

Invite your opponent's left straight as fast as a bullet.

You can see with your eyes that a blow from the counter draws straight inside from the overlight hand's orbit.

As it is, Chitta falls first.

(I was reading it!!

The overhand light 'stops' on the way.

Suddenly crouching chitta.

Everything is for this blow.

- Sunday punches (good punches) are upper.

I see an empty Kathy's jaw.

(What have you been making the overlight hand right hook aware of for? What have you been dodging the left upper for to remind me of the motion? - I'll tell you the answer!

Step forward and weigh in.

Weaving recoil. Spring at the ankle when it sinks in. Taking advantage of the momentum of the overhand light's arms, the actor perfectly fitted in.

It adds all the momentum and makes my left arm.

Same motion as a left upper. But this is not a left upper. Across the middle of the hook and upper, it securely captures the opponent's jaw with a fist that extends beyond the upper. Kathy got the wrong distance in Sweden (...).

"Shh!!

Smash flash.

A real blow special fist, slammed into the empty jaw.

- Don't you want a way to fight to win?

The blasting shock and the sound of a blow breaking the dry tree made Smash stunning on top of this, poking at Kathy.

And.

"Huh!?

Ruthlessly.

"I was reading that far," Kathy's right-handed counter-straight was beating through Chitta's left cheek with a body spring recoil on.

Moments later, Chitta lost consciousness far away.

"Chitta! Hey! Hey!"

"... uhh"

I rushed over, calling until I noticed Chitta on the ring.

It was a very dangerous down. That was enough to swing about three vials of instant recovery potion.

But I think it moved too much. Appraisal skills didn't complain about the crisis that far. There is nothing else in Chitta's life. There seems to be no adverse effect on the brain either.

"... hey, dear...?

"Oh, Chitta, are you okay!?

The referees and operational officials were rubbing it in the back. I'm arguing with Mori Bear's husband.

"Let's still put it down," "Don't go in the ring except for the people involved," "Ugh, Toshiki is Chitta's manager, the people involved!

They're obnoxious. But they say, "Leave me alone!" was suppressed with a single voice of the crane of Arioshuong.

Later, the gong clerk said, "They were related! I got permission earlier to go up to the ring, so I'm fine!," he had informed the referees.

"... this one, this one"

"Oh.... well done"

Chitta, who remained hazy, was trying to focus on her body to get up.

I control that. "Go to sleep, it's an order," he says.

"... oh, ah"

……

Thin blurry, but Chitta closed her eyes as if she'd noticed something. And as it was, he was sighing.

We'll wait for the stretcher.

"... lose, shin"

Couldn't answer instantly.

"... Lose, Suka"

"... oh"

I couldn't answer you instantly because Chitta was crying.

"... this is the loss, right?"

……

Bring your hands without force, Chitta covering your face.

"... ooh, ooh"

……

Chitta remained silent for a while, shaking her body faintly. I turned a blind eye to the leaking whimper.

I got eyes to eyes with Kathy sitting in the corner of the ring. Nod one at each other quietly. Kathy has communicated her words with only her mouth saying "good luck".

"... ooh, ku"

"... Here comes the stretcher"

Put your hands around your shoulders and hold them. Kathy, who was in the corner of the ring, also comes and gives me a hand. And carefully put it on the stretcher so that it doesn't move too much upper body.

I heard a faint voice.

"Mr. Kathy......"

"... what?

A squeaky, wet voice. Still, Chitta was spinning words, trying to hear.

"What is strength?"

……

The stretcher is in charge. I'm going to take the operator into the rest room on the side of the depot with my permission.

As I walked away, I heard words from my back.

"... you were strong."

Kathy's words.

The look on Chitta's face, shaken by the stretcher, is just invisible.