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Chapter 221: Round after round



Chapter 221: Round after round

Whisper and Shadow exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening.

"Sakura, darling," Whisper purred, "this strapping young man is your new partner. Do try not to break him too quickly - for the princess's sake." She winked at Matilda.

Shadow chimed in, "Yes, we need him in one piece. Mostly."

Sakura rolled her eyes but nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Speaking of our dear princess," Shadow said, turning to Matilda, "why don't you come with us girls? Let the partners do their... bonding."

Matilda hesitated, glancing at Zafron. She didn't look thrilled about the idea, but squared her shoulders. "Sure, why not?" she said, her tone casual despite the tension in her posture.

As the women left, Zafron found himself alone with Sakura. She rose from the bench, moving towards him with a deliberate, almost predatory grace. Each step was measured, her eyes never leaving his face as she circled him.

Suddenly, she stopped directly in front of him, pink eyes gleaming. "So," she said, her voice low and intense, "you're the one everyone's been buzzing about. The slime king of the Undercity. Ready to get your crown polished?"

Zafron blinked, caught off guard by her abrupt shift from shy to confrontational. Before he could respond, she continued.

"I've watched your fights, you know. Your debut? Impressive. But that last match?" She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "You're slipping, pretty boy. The Undercity getting to you?"

Irritation flared in Zafron's chest. "Who do you think you are?" he snapped.

Sakura's smile was all teeth. "I'm the one who's going to keep you alive in that pit. Your powers are acting funky, right? Doesn't matter. When we're in there, no excuses. It's you and me against them, and as my assistant, it's your job to keep up."

"Assistant?" Zafron interrupted, stepping closer until they were nose to nose. "Listen, princess, I can handle myself just fine. One off day doesn't mean I'm not on top of my game."

Sakura's eyes dilated, her smirk growing. "Is that so? Prove it."

Confusion flickered across Zafron's face. "What?"

"Prove. It." Each word was sharp, challenging.

Before Zafron could process her meaning, Sakura's leg shot out, catching him square in the groin, right where the python curled asleep. He crumpled to the ground with a groan, pain exploding through his body.

[Oh my,] Calista's voice rang in his head, [seems our cherry blossom has quite the thorns. Shall I fetch some ice for your... injured pride?]

Ignoring Calista's sarcasm, Zafron struggled to catch his breath as Sakura stripped off her vest, revealing a tight, combat-ready sports bra. Turns out she had a bra on the entire time. But the way her nipples poked out accusingly, it was hard to believe. She dropped into a fighting stance, eyes gleaming.

"Suck it up, buttercup. We're just getting started," she taunted. "I've seen you fight, and I've noticed something. You're good... but in the Undercity, good doesn't cut it. Without your slime, you're exposed.

And while you don't have to win every fight, there's one thing you absolutely must do - survive."

Gritting his teeth, Zafron pushed through the pain and got to his feet, anger simmering in his veins.

"That's the spirit, pretty boy," Sakura grinned. "Here's the deal. If you can get me on the ground, you win. No powers, just raw skill. Otherwise, you're my bitch for as long as we're partners. Think you can handle that?"

"Oh, I'm no one's bitch," Zafron growled, lunging forward.

Sakura sidestepped his attack with fluid grace, her movements so quick Zafron barely saw them. As he stumbled past, she hooked a foot around his ankle, sending him sprawling.

"Rule one," she said, standing over him, "never attack in anger. It makes you sloppy."

[Perhaps I could analyze her movement patterns?] Calista offered.

'I don't need your help to beat this pompous brat,' Zafron thought back, pushing himself up.

He circled Sakura warily, looking for an opening. She matched his movements, her stance relaxed but ready. Suddenly, he feinted left before driving right, aiming a punch at her midsection.

Sakura twisted, letting his fist graze her side as she grabbed his extended arm. Using his momentum against him, she flipped him over her hip, slamming him onto his back.

"Rule two," she whispered, leaning close, cleavage in the way of common sense as zafron stared up at her..."always protect your center. You leave yourself wide open."

Zafron grunted, frustration building. He rolled to his feet, determination etched on his face. This time, he waited, watching for her to make a move.

Sakura raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, learning already? Good boy." She darted forward, her fist aimed at his face.

Zafron brought his arms up to block, feeling a surge of triumph - until Sakura's other hand slipped past his guard, jabbing into his solar plexus. As he gasped for air, she swept his legs out from under him.

"Rule three," she said, patting his cheek condescendingly, "never focus on just one threat. The Undercity is full of surprises."

[Are you quite certain you don't require assistance?] Calista's voice dripped with amusement. [I could provide a statistical analysis of her attack patterns.]

'Shut up,' Zafron thought back, struggling to his feet once more.

As the fight continued, Sakura's superiority in hand-to-hand combat became increasingly apparent. She moved like water, flowing around Zafron's attacks and exploiting every opening. Her flexibility was astounding - at one point, she bent backwards to avoid a punch, her long braid brushing the floor before she snapped back up, driving her elbow into Zafron's ribs.

"Come on, pretty boy," she taunted, dancing out of his reach. "Is this really all you've got? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of prodigy."

Zafron growled, launching into a flurry of punches. Sakura weaved through them, her movements precise and economical. As she ducked under his last swing, she grabbed his arm, using his momentum to flip him over her shoulder.

"You know," she said conversationally as he hit the ground, "you've got some impressive raw strength. If you actually trained properly, you could be a real monster."

Despite the beating he was taking, Zafron couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Sakura's skill. Her movements were a perfect blend of grace and power, each strike calculated for maximum effect.

As he pushed himself up once more, Sakura's foot connected with his chest, sending him stumbling back against the wall. She followed up with a series of lightning-fast jabs, her fists a blur as they pummeled his midsection.

"Rule four," she said between punches, "cardio is key. If you can't keep up, you're dead meat in the pit."

Zafron tried to counter, but his movements felt sluggish compared to Sakura's lightning reflexes. She slipped under his guard, her elbow connecting with his jaw and sending him reeling.

"You're telegraphing your moves, buttercup," she chided, circling him like a predator. "I can read you like a book. Mix it up a little!"

Frustration boiling over, Zafron charged forward, aiming to tackle her to the ground. Sakura waited until the last second before sidestepping, sticking out her foot to trip him. As he stumbled past, she grabbed the back of his shirt, using his momentum to slam him face-first into the wall.

"Rule five," she whispered in his ear, lips brushing his earlobes while she continued pinning him against the wall, "never let your opponent dictate the flow of the fight. You're dancing to my tune, pretty boy."

[I must say,] Calista chimed in, [our pink-haired friend is quite the accomplished dancer. Perhaps you should consider taking lessons?]

Zafron ignored her sarcasm, focusing on breaking Sakura's hold. He managed to twist free, spinning to face her with renewed determination.

"That's it," Sakura grinned, bouncing on her toes. "Don't give up. In the pit, giving up means death."

For a moment, they stood facing each other, both breathing heavily. Then Sakura launched into a dizzying series of kicks and strikes, her body moving with fluid grace. Zafron managed to block some, but others slipped through his guard, each impact sending shockwaves of pain through his body.

As the onslaught continued, Zafron found himself marveling at Sakura's skill despite his frustration. Her movements were a perfect blend of strength and finesse, each strike precisely calculated for maximum effect.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was likely only minutes, Sakura swept Zafron's legs out from under him one last time. As he hit the ground, she straddled his chest, pinning his arms above his head. She sat on his groin area, her chest rising and falling as her impossibly perfect melons were held hostage in her bra cup. With a smile, she began.

"Not bad, pretty boy," she said, her breath coming in short pants. "You've got potential. But potential doesn't mean shit if you can't back it up with skill."

She released his arms and stood up, offering him a hand. Zafron hesitated for a moment before taking it, allowing her to pull him to his feet.

"Take five," Sakura said, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from her face. "We'll continue after a short break. You've got a lot to learn, and I intend to cram as much as possible into that thick skull of yours before our match."

As Zafron slumped against the wall, catching his breath, he couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and grudging respect. Sakura was undoubtedly skilled, and as much as he hated to admit it, he did have a lot to learn.

[Well,] Calista's voice echoed in his mind, [that was quite the thrashing. Shall we start compiling a list of local chiropractors?]

"Shut up," Zafron muttered under his breath, earning a curious look from Sakura.

As he watched her gulp down water, her pink braid swaying with each movement, Zafron couldn't help but crack a smile as a stray thought crossed his mind.

'She's strong and tough as a nail. Also very flexible. I wonder ... Just how well will she do against my touch...my calming touch?'


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