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4th round. my stomach was aching from a blow he landed on me. sight, blurry, and my breathing was heavy... after enduring his many blows on my body...

*ding!*

we sat on our own corner. i was nearly out of breath... exhausted, and my stomach aching with pain.. while he was just sitting there. no sweat, no bruises.

"huff... huff... "
"huh, we're doing way better than we expected."
"huff... you're the one saying that..."
"true.. i don't seem that tired by the looks."
"it won't matter... i'll finish you by the end ."
"i'll be looking foward to."

*ding!*

i made my stance. i was in bad situation, but i can still win. i have my own chance.

....that was all gone after 15 minutes, when he landed a heavy blow on my face.

*SLAM!*

it felt like my screen was broken by his punch.

"GUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

*Thud.*

1,2,3....

'i have to get...up...'

6..7..8...

'i am... fading out? it this really the end?"

9..10

*ding ding ding!*

the winner, was declared.

when i was walking out, my coaches holding me by my arms, he walked to talk to me.

"you really did well, Suma."
"heh....hope that compliment is real."
"of course. i stay true to my words."
"...congrats on the win... i..."

he cut me off while i was on the verge of tears.
"don't go harsh on yourself too much. and if you want anything, *hands me a card* there's my info. do not hesitate."

then he walked away.

...what a weird guy.

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4th round. my stomach was aching from a blow he landed on me. sight, blurry, and my breathing was heavy... after enduring his many blows on my body...

*ding!*

we sat on our own corner. i was nearly out of breath... exhausted, and my stomach aching with pain.. while he was just sitting there. no sweat, no bruises.

"huff... huff... "
"huh, we're doing way better than we expected."
"huff... you're the one saying that..."
"true.. i don't seem that tired by the looks."
"it won't matter... i'll finish you by the end ."
"i'll be looking foward to."

*ding!*

i made my stance. i was in bad situation, but i can still win. i have my own chance.

....that was all gone after 15 minutes, when he landed a heavy blow on my face.

*SLAM!*

it felt like my screen was broken by his punch.

"GUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

*Thud.*

1,2,3....

'i have to get...up...'

6..7..8...

'i am... fading out? it this really the end?"

9..10

*ding ding ding!*

the winner, was declared.

when i was walking out, my coaches holding me by my arms, he walked to talk to me.

"you really did well, Suma."
"heh....hope that compliment is real."
"of course. i stay true to my words."
"...congrats on the win... i..."

he cut me off while i was on the verge of tears.
"don't go harsh on yourself too much. and if you want anything, *hands me a card* there's my info. do not hesitate."

then he walked away.

...what a weird guy.