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Session 7 –

Power (Fukurodataki)

Sanageyama was used to visiting clubs for inspection. To him, this was another day. However, he usually had someone with him. Most of the time, it was Jakuzure because she needed to do club inspections too. Occasionally, Inumuta would join him in order to personally check the hidden security cameras in case they were tampered or not. Other times, he would come so he could update his data about the clubs and its members.

Despite the fact that he could easily update his data about the school by looking through the security cameras, Inumuta believed that there were some things he couldn't calculate just by looking at a screen. Certain algorithms and dimensions, he would say.

Every now and then, Gamagoori would join him on an excursion to a club because its members violated a rule or twenty.

Satsuki, however, never came with him. According to Gamagoori, a president's role was entirely different. What was so different about it? Sanageyama didn't know. Honestly, he didn't know what she exactly did whenever she was at her desk.

She seemed more like a figurehead than anything else. But he would never say that aloud. God forbid he ever said that.

Sanageyama exited the main building of Honnouji Academy from the side. From the side doors he came out of, a long awning connected the main building to another building.

With the exception of outdoor sport clubs, the second building held nearly all athletics and was the second largest building in the campus – the first being the main building.

Entering the doors, Sanageyama was faced with a long hallway, multiple doors located on each side of the walls. Walking pass them, he could hear the basketball club doing sprint workouts, the volleyball club practicing sets and spikes, the judo club holding exhibition matches, and a plethora of other clubs doing all sorts of intense activities.

Honnouji truly had dedicated sport teams.

As he finally passed the stairs leading to the second floor, he could hear the sound of kendo sticks colliding with one another.

A memory from the past almost broke into his consciousness before he forced it away.

Now's not the time to reminisce.

The Boxing Club was further inside the first floor's hallway, making it one of the more isolated clubs in Honnouji. Due to its popularity and undefeated reputation, it received a bigger budget and a larger room in order to have more practice matches and hold more equipment and gear.

Despite its status, Sanageyama remembered visiting once and seeing how sketchy it was. The atmosphere was foul and the fighters seemed to lust for blood. Nonetheless, he found nothing wrong with the club or its members. And as soon as he was finished with his inspection, he was thrown out.

He opened the entrance door before knocking.

This was normal procedure for all club inspections. In order for the clubs to stay on their toes, he and Jakuzure visited them unannounced at an arbitrary manner. Most of the time, the clubs had it together. They had to because of the concealed security cameras. Like mentioned before, there were certain factors that couldn't be accounted for just by looking at a screen, as Inumuta would say.

The unfortunate clubs, who were caught red-handed lazing around, carrying illicit objects, and disobeying the Honnouji Academy Club guidelines, got their budgets cut or worse – had their clubs suspended indefinitely till further notice.

Strangely, the entire room was empty. No one was lifting weights. No one was punching sandbags. No one was even practicing at the ring. The lights weren't on either.

The entire atmosphere was ominous as well. It was almost like a horror movie. Sanageyama turned on the switch next to the door. Walking around, Sanageyama suddenly remembered that the Boxing Club had its weekly 25-mile run. As he was about to leave to report back, he was curious as to where Inumuta's hidden camera was. Looking up the ceiling, he walked aimlessly around the room. Now that he thought about it, he never did get a good look at it.

He gazed at his surroundings. The Boxing Club seemed as normal as it could be. The concrete flooring and gray brick walls were a bit peculiar though. The other rooms had wooden floors and were a bit brighter. Even with the lights on, the entire feel of this room was too unusual – too menacing – to ignore.

After a few minutes, Sanageyama sighed and leaned on a wall. He had no idea what the camera even looked like.

Then, he heard something out of place.

Screams?

He slowly followed the noise.

They kept getting louder.

Finding himself at the corner furthest away from the entrance door, he knocked on the wall.

It was hollow.

He applied pressure on the hollow section and tripped inside.

It was a trap door leading to a long hallway.

As he followed it, the screams were getting louder.

Racing toward the source, he found himself in front of a crimson red door.

The screams of fighters and the cheers of an audience easily penetrated through it.

This place smells too much like blood.

Feeling suspicious about what was about to come, he knitted his eyebrows and clenched his fist. As he opened it-

"GRAW!"

A young male teen rammed into the side of the door, bloodied and bruised.

"AND ONCE AGAIN THE IRON CORKSCREW, FUKURODA TAKAHARU, HAS DECIMATED HIS OPPONENT!"

The announcer hollered, enticing the spectators to cheer for the winner.

Sanageyama looked up. A single individual was atop the boxing ring, a single, bright light shining upon him as if he was a god.

He stood pompously, his arms raised to signal his effortless victory. He was a small teen, barely half of Sanageyama's size. His vicious green eyes cried out for blood and conquest. With the exception of his buzz cut and his face, his gray headgear covered most of his huge head. And like his headgear, his gloves, robe, and shorts were gray as well.

To everyone in the Boxing Club and other boxing circles in Japan, he was the Iron Corkscrew – the legendary speedster who never lost a match during his life at Honnouji Academy.

To everyone who attended Honnouji Academy, he was the one who single-handedly destroyed the last captain of the boxing club and forcibly took the crown from him as a freshman.

He was Takaharu Fukuroda, the Captain of the Boxing Club.

[CAPTAIN OF THE BOXING CLUB FUKURODA TAKAHARU– SECOND-YEAR]

Sanageyama approached the ring silently. No one noticed him as they were too busy bellowing for the tiny powerhouse and his unsurprising win.

Except Fukuroda himself.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhhh?!" the tiny captain smirked. "Is that Sanageyama-san?"

Everything went quiet. The spectators stopped their screams as they looked behind them. The only thing that was heard was the acoustics of Sanageyama's footsteps.

As they made a pathway for Sanageyama, they mumbled and whispered to one another.

"Looks who here to ruin the fun."

"One of Satsuki's slaves."

"Tch. Why did he need to come at the wrong time again?"

Sanageyama gripped one of the ring's ropes and hoisted himself up. Entering the arena, he asked the captain a question.

"What happened to your weekly 25-mile run?"

"It got postponed till tomorrow. Ka. Ka. Ka," Fukuroda snickered. "How'd you like the room? We decided to expand."

"Quaint," Sanageyama stated curtly with a smirk. "But you know doing such things without the student council's permission could lead to dire consequences to you and your club, Fukuroda."

"Pah! Who cares?! As long this place is in that camera's blind spot, there is no need for the student council to stick its nose!"

Sanageyama was taken by surprise. They apparently knew about Inumuta's hidden cam. Then again, considering their rowdy behavior, he wouldn't be amazed if one of the members found it by accident. Shaking his head, he continued his interrogation.

"And this illegal fight club?"

"We all wanted it," Fukuroda grinned, his missing tooth easily showing now. "Fighting without boundaries. Fighting without limits. Fighting without regulations! This is the dream we all wanted!"

"Even if it means sending one of your members to the hospital?"

"Ka. Ka. Ka. We all understand the consequences. As soon as you're in the ring, you survive or you fall. And from what I know, you're going to fall."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No. It's a match."

"AND HERE'S THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY! SANAGEYAMA UZU VS. FUKURODA TAKAHARU! THE SLAVE VS. THE CORKSCREW! THE CO-CHAIR VS. THE CAPTAIN! LET THE MATCH BEGIN!"

The announcer hyped it and the audience ate it.

With crazed cheers, the viewers of the match surrounded the ring once more.

Sanageyama had nowhere to run.

"I always wanted to fight you," Fukuroda grinned menacingly. "No one has the balls to fight Gamagoori anymore."

"Oh really?" Sanageyama smirked as he threw his uniform jacket out of the ring. "Where's your balls then?"

"Where I want them to be." Fukuroda lunged. "STRAIGHT IN MY SCROTUM!"

"ROUND OOOOOOOOONNNNNNE! FIIIIIIIGHT!"

Sanageyama blocked his right straight with his arms and failed.

The crowd screamed as they saw Sanageyama's guard get broken by a single punch.

"Tch!"

Fukuroda's left fist immediately curved at Sanageyama's cheek.

He had no time to dodge.

Once the attack made its impact, Sanageyama felt his entire head and body twist. His spit splattered the boxing ring's floor.

Twisting back hastily, Sanageyama saw Fukuroda launch another punch without pause.

He tried lowering his knees in order to close in and attack back, but he was too slow. The punch collided with his forehead.

Leaning backwards due to the amount of force Fukuroda put into his punch, Sanageyama tried to find his sense of balance again.

Only to set himself up for another punch to the face.

"GAH!"

"Ka. Ka. Ka!"

Fukoroda grinned.

"WEAK. WEAK. WEAK!"

Fukuroda's attacks became a string of fierce combinations to the face and chest.

"IS THIS HOW ONE OF SATSUKI'S SLAVES FIGHT?!"

Gasping, Sanageyama could hear the audience cry out for more blood and entertainment.

"GO CAPTAIN!"

"DESTROY HIM!"

"GOOOOOOO! SPILL HIS BLOOD!"

"SPILL HIS BLOOD!"

"SPILL HIS BLOOD!"

"SPILL HIS BLOOD!"

Pretty soon, Fukuroda was doing just that. Sanageyama was coughing up blood.

The impacts became too much.

"RING!"

And he was saved by the bell.

Fukuroda won the round without a doubt. As the he went to his corner of the ring, the audience hailed.

Sanageyama staggered to his own corner, sitting down pathetically with a loud plop. He could see Fukuroda panting softly.

"What's wrong, Sanageyama-san? Too tired to fight?"

Spitting a huge wad of blood on the floor, Sanageyama got up and smirked.

"Of course not."

The bell rang.

"ROOOOOOOOOUUUUUNNNND TWWWWWWWO! FIIIIIIIIGHT!"

The two combatants approached center stage.

"Come on, Sanageyama-san," Fukuroda grinned. "Punch me."

Sanageyama did.

And he got punched back 100 times back.

"WEAK!"

"GUH!"

Sanageyama staggered backwards, the audience booing his horrible performance.

"Ka. Ka. Ka," Fukuroda snickered.

In his boxer position, Fukuroda raised his arms before his face and hopped.

"I know this isn't your best."

Sanageyama punched him again.

Only to be punched back once more.

"Weak!"

Fukuroda started his fury of punches again, each one successfully impacting Sanageyama's body.

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAI!"

"TEK!"

"KEN!"

"FUN!"

"SAAIIIIIIII-"

Sanageyama dodged it and presented him with an uppercut.

"KUH!" Fukuroda staggered slightly. "Nice punch."

Sanageyama didn't respond.

Instead, he lunged forward with his own straight.

"Slow!"

Fukuroda shifted his weight and dodged with ease.

"HAH!"

With an open opportunity, Fukuroda countered back with his a left straight.

"MMHPH!"

The attack easily connected into Sanageyama's mouth.

"Ka. Ka. Ka!" Fukuroda grinned madly. "It's time!"

Pulling his right fist back, he began to charge it with all the energy he had.

"HERE IT IS!"

"FINISH HIM!"

"YES! YES! YES!"

The audience went wild. They knew what he was about to do.

And like a magnum, Fukuroda launched it.

"THERE IT IS! HIS SIGNATURE MOVE! HIS-"

[IRON FIST PULVERIZER]

Fukuroda's finisher and the move that dubbed him the Iron Corkscrew. By pulling back and sending energy to his right fist – his dominant hand – he is able to throw a hard right straight to his opponent, rendering him unconscious and unable to fight. However, unlike other right straights, he is able to add spin to it. And like a corkscrew, his fist is able to cause anyone to uncontrollably spin in midair and fly right out of the ring.

And like the fighter from the previous match, Sanageyama flew into the concrete wall.

Sliding down, he could faintly hear the announcer count.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

The audience started counting with him.

"4!"

"5!"

He couldn't give up now.

"6!"

Not yet.

"7!"

NOT YET.

"8!"

Sanageyama stood up shakily, leaning on the hard, cold wall for support.

"Amazing," Fukuroda grinned. "Not even the last captain survived that punch."

With a loud inhalation of air, Sanageyama walked forward and climbed the ring again.

"I'm not done yet," Sanageyama wheezed, a weak smirk plastered on his face.

As Sanageyama and Fukuroda raised up their fists, the bell rang.

"ROUND TWO IS OOOOOOOOVER!"

The two fighters went back to their corners.

Sanageyama gasped for air, gripping on one of the ropes tightly.

Fukuroda panted and sweated harshly.

"K-Ka. Ka. Ka," Fukuroda breathed, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Y-You're a good punching bag."

"Your punches are striking."

The bell rang.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUNNNNND THREEEEEE! BEGIN!"

Fukuroda charged at him, readying a new punch for his opponent.

"HAAAAAAA-"

Sanageyama side-stepped, causing Fukuroda to collide with the corner.

"Tch!" Fukuroda scoffed. "HAH!"

Another punch!

Another miss.

Sanageyama countered back, but it was parried.

"WEAK!"

Fukuroda lunged again.

This time, the straight connected.

"HAH!"

Fukuroda then threw it an uppercut again.

Sanageyama leaned back, feeling the attack cut his chin.

But Fukuroda didn't rest there. He attacked again, aiming for his stomach now.

Without any time to dodge or defend, Sanageyama took the punch.

He gasped, clutching his stomach for dear life.

Fukuroda grinned again.

He pulled back his right fist.

"HE'S DOING IT AGAIN!"

"SO SOON?!"

Sanageyama had no time to even counter.

"UUUUUUURRAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Fukuroda's Iron Fist Pulverizer flew like a G6.

Collision.

As his ultimate technique connected with Sanageyama's forehead, a huge gust of wind flew behind both combatants.

The spectators held their breath as both figures stood still.

And Fukuroda's eyes widened.

"WEAK."

Sanageyama's unsteadily raised his bleeding head and grinned.

"YOU'RE WEAK."

Sanageyama spun around Fukuroda's frozen arm and held his waist from the behind.

Lift-off.

Everyone gasped.

"G-G-G-G-GERMAN SUPLEX?!"

As Sanageyama leaned his entire body back like a bridge, everyone watched in horror as they saw their captain fall with him.

It was then that Fukuroda realized what Sanageyama was doing throughout the whole match.

"Rope-a-dope."

The rope-a-dope technique was an infamous boxing style that most experienced boxers evidently know. First known usage was back in 1974 by a certain great heavyweight – the style emphasized on defense and a fake-offensive counterattack. By taking in punches and pulling in occasional counters in order to keep the referee thinking that the user was still able to continue, he could tire out his opponent, exploit his mistakes, and win the fight.

Fukuroda never realized it because of the way Sanageyama fought. He took his punches instead of guarding them. Even if he did attack, his punches were feeble. He thought he was too exhausted to fight because of all the straights and uppercuts he took. He thought the only reason he was persevering was because of his pride as one of Satsuki's slaves. His fighting style wasn't the rope-a-dope yet it held its core characteristics. It was the perfect counter against the legendary Iron Corkscrew.

As Fukuroda saw the ceiling, he understood it. Sanageyama Uzu was a complete monster.

Once his head impacted the ground, he tumbled towards the ropes.

Sanageyama got up, undulating in the process. His blood whipped forward, sprinkling the ground before him.

As he turned around, he saw Fukuroda grab one of the ropes firmly for support. Slowly standing up, he grinned.

"This is crazy. You-you were faking all along."

"I never fought you. I needed to see your capabilities," Sanageyama breathed.

"Y-You held back all this time just to evaluate my skills?" Fukuroda crackled. "Ka. Ka. Ka!"

"RING!"

The third round was over. But they never returned to their corners.

"FUCK THE BELL! I WANT TO KEEP FIGHTING!" Fukuroda roared, stripping off his robe.

"I never thought you'd say that," Sanageyama smirked, raising his fists.

"Let's go. Let's go. Let's go! LET'S GO!"

Fukuroda finally exploded.

TO BE CONTINUED.


Wow. No line breaks at all in this chapter. That's crazy.

Anyway, this chapter was pretty difficult to execute because I'm not used to writing action sequences. Thus, I'm more or less satisfied with my work.

More or less emphasized.

Ahem. Anyway, thank you followers and reviewers for the love. I'm blushing more and more with every email notification. And kudos to Sock my Rock and the anonymous guest who reviewed chapter 5.

I think that's all.

I hope you enjoyed the chapters and I do apologize for any grammatical errors once again.

Later!