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NO POV
Nozomi and Miyata were walking around their new place of employment and learning just how out classed they were, they were gonna need to study and train hard, there were no talking things easy. Both were settling in slowly but still they were doing well enough.
"I'm sorry but we don't take cards, it has to be cash." They passed by a woman with lavender hair struggling to pay for something inside the arena.
"Oh I've got it." Nozomi started to reach under a nearby vending machine.
"HMM!" Miyata blushed a bit seeing Nozomi bend over in her tight pants, her big ass stuck out proudly.
"You can always find dropped coins under these things." Nozomi laughed "OW!"
The woman flicked her "How disgusting, you are a Keijo fighter, you're supposed to be a woman of grace."
The woman wiped the dirt of Nozomi's hands "Are you new?"
"Uhh yes, Nozomi Kaminashi, I'm debuting soon." She the girl smiled.
"You're an infighter right?" the woman looked her over. "I'll take your change and give you advice as compensation…tomorrow's race, stay defensive till the last minute."
"Huh?" Nozomi was a little confused.
"Oh how rare." Shinonome walked over in some gym clothes "Sumire-chi is giving out advice? Mistress as always."
"Do you know her?" Miyata asked.
"We went to school together." Shinonome smiled as the woman walked away "She's stiff and doesn't like to hang out with anyone and even if addressed she usually ignores you, her abilities are great though and stand out. She's cold and collected, which is why people call her the Ice Mistress. If you two caught her attention you must really be something amazing!"
Nozomi was still pondering the advice Sumire had given her.
The Next Day
It was time for the first match of Nozomi's professional career, she was a bit nervous but still ready. She looked good in her bikini, it was a bit small but still sexy, she definitely stood out as the newbie but also as the sexiest of the girls in the race.
Despite all her bravado and confidence Nozomi chose to ignore Sumire's advice and ended up paying for it with a hard lose, the first person eliminated from the race, and it rather pedestrian fashion no less. For someone so highly touted it hurt her pride to lose so badly, the only saving grace being that the winner chose someone else as their prize to spare her a true embarrassment of a loss.
"Hmm…" Sumire sighed looking off "I was wrong."
AN
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Pick Up Point- Chapter 93
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