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... the corner. With a wide lead on points, Ryoma figured one trip to the canvas wouldn’t matter.
But now it does. If he down again after this one, the third could sway the judges, or worse, convince the referee to stop it outright.
And if his body betrays him again... maybe he won’t get up at all. Even now, rising at eight, his legs feel carved from stone.
"Damn it! My legs..."
"...Nine!"
Ryoma steadies himself, lifting a hand. "Wait... I can fight!"
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