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Right Hook
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Learning basic hand-to-hand was something done early in the Suzuki family; after all, how could they be considered predators if they didn't have the capability to fight? Her parents had begun the basics when she was a mere six years old, and right off the bat it was clear that brute strength wasn't Suzume's thing.
Her strength lies in her speed and flexibility – nurtured by weekly Spartan-like gymnastics and yoga lessons.
And, now, it seemed her parents had decided to adjust – or evolve, per say – her training by involving a sparring partner of similar size to herself. This partner came in the form of a very proud fellow eight year old – one Hibari Kyoya. Hibari, who had greater physical strength; Hibari, who was also fast.
Hibari, whose uninterested look Suzume decided she didn't like. Because he was already looking down on her as if he could beat her.
It started suddenly, when one shifted too far into the other's space. Fists thumped against forearms, legs blocked legs, and the occasional his skimmed the skin after pushing past a block. And with a sudden, fast movement Suzume broke free, arm stretched out, and tiny fist slamming into the pale face of her sparring companion.
Suzume wasn't physically strong like Hibari.
Nor was she as serious.
But she sure had a mean right hook.
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