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(ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATION TO DO IT IF THE WORDS DON'T MAKE SENSE THANK YOU FOR BEING COMPREHENSIBLE! )

The pain is unbearable, a burst of fire shooting through my shoulder and paralyzing me. I remember that precise moment, the brutal shock when my opponent violently threw me over her shoulder. The world around me distorts, sound transforms into a distant humming. Each second seems to stretch, every moment is an eternity. I feel the hard tatami mat against my skin, its rough texture accentuating the pain radiating from my shoulder. The gymnasium ceiling, with its harsh lights and blurry lines, seems as distant as if I were underwater. My breathing becomes difficult, each breath a struggle against the fatigue overwhelming me like an relentless wave. The crowd's cries are muffled by the pain and the incessant echo in my head. The spectators' faces blend into an indistinct mass, blurry and incoherent, like an impressionist painting.

I close my eyes, trying to focus my scattered thoughts to control the pain spreading through my body. The whispers around me become clearer. My name is repeated over and over, a tenuous thread linking my shattered mind to reality. "3... 4... 5..." The referee's voice is firm, each number resonating like a bell in my head. The pain is still too sharp, but I know I must get up. Clinging to the ropes of the ring with wavering determination, I slowly rise. Every movement is a monumental effort, every muscle in my body protests. Sweat beads on my forehead and runs down my face. The stands are buzzing, the crowd is stirring, the commentators are hysterical "Incredible! She's getting back on her feet despite everything!"

I put my mouthguard back in place with my gloves. The bell rings, signaling the resumption of the fight. My muscles are sore, my thoughts confused, but I get back into a defensive stance, determined not to give up. Opposite me, my opponent is still standing, her clothes covered in sweat and her face marked with scratches. She is exhausted, just like me, her movements are slow but precise. *I must continue... I must finish this fight...*

Energy is escaping me, every breath is a struggle. I lunge towards her, my legs seem to drag. The weight of fatigue is palpable, but I know I can't retreat now. I throw a left hook towards her head, hoping to surprise her. She manages to parry the blow with some difficulty, but I don't give her a break. I follow up with a right jab, then an uppercut. The impact is brutal, she staggers, her eyes showing a confusion similar to mine. I can see her breath shortening, her movements losing their vigor.

"Stay focused, [Y/N]. Don't give up..." The murmurs in my head become clearer. I feel every punch, every impact, as if my body is fragmenting with each movement. But I can't stop. Not now. My opponent steps back, her eyes showing the same fatigue as mine. I throw another hook, this time with my right hand, and she narrowly dodges it. The crowd's screams become a frenzied roar. "Knock her down!" shouts one voice. "Finish her, [Y/N]!" yells another. The spectators chant aggressive encouragements with an intensity that fuels my strength. I feel the heat rising within me, the echoes of their exhortations driving me to give my best. The commentators are just as excited "Look at that tenacity! What an incredible performance!"

I charge with determination, landing quick jabs, my punches hitting their mark with renewed precision. My opponent tries to defend herself, but her movements are increasingly slow. I lose a bit of focus due to the intense effort, but I stay on course. I visualize an opening, a spot where I can finally land a decisive blow. I throw an uppercut with all the power I have left. The punch hits her chin with immense force. She wavers, then collapses heavily on the mat. At that precise moment, the referee rushes in front of me, shouting with authoritative clarity "Down!"

He immediately starts the count. "1... 2... 3..." Each number stretches, the seconds are interminable as I remain in guard, ready to retaliate if necessary. The crowd is in a frenzy, their cheers resonating like a roaring sea. "8... 9... 10!" The referee announces the end of the fight in a triumphant voice. The bell rings several times announcing the end of the fight. He turns towards you and grabs your arm, raising it enthusiastically to announce the winner. "Winner [L/N]!" The stands explode in a whirlwind of shouts and applause, the spectators chanting your name, exulting with joy.

In the crowd, Hiroshi-san and your coach Ryoichi, your caretakers and supporters, climb into the ring. Hiroshi-san, with his rigid but proud face, congratulates you with a big smile. "You were exceptional! This fight was remarkable." Ryoichi, always encouraging, wraps his arms around you to help you off the ring. "Great job, [Y/N]. You showed incredible strength and determination. Your performance was impressive." He supports your shoulders with attentive delicacy, helping you walk despite the lingering pain. "Thank you..." Sweat and fatigue mix with a deep sense of accomplishment.

Slowly descending the ring stairs, supported by your coach Ryoichi's arms, you walk down the aisle towards the locker room. The cheers and applause of the crowd resonate in the room, filling the air with euphoric energy.

Spectators in the stands raise their arms and applaud, their enthusiasm palpable. "Well done, [Y/N]!" shouts one. "Great fight!" calls another, while some fans hold up signs with your name.

Hiroshi-san, with his rigid but beaming face, smiles broadly at you in congratulations.

Ryoichi, always encouraging, firmly supports you as he accompanies you. "Great job, [Y/N]. You showed incredible strength and determination. Your performance was impressive." His hands on your shoulders with attentive delicacy, helping you walk despite the lingering pain.

"Thank you so much, really!" you respond sincerely, bowing to the crowd with difficulty. Sweat on your forehead and the fatigue of your body mix with a deep sense of accomplishment. The admiring looks of the spectators, the cries of victory, and the encouragement from your coach and Hiroshi-san remind you that this fight was not only a physical trial but also a personal triumph.

You smile, arms raised, embracing the victory with immense joy. The ring, the arena, the crowd, it all becomes a dazzling scene of success and celebration. Every cheer, every applause is a reminder that you had managed to surpass your own limits. And in this moment of glory, you allow yourself to fully savor this victory, knowing that it is just the beginning of a new chapter in your life. As you head towards the locker rooms, Hiroshi-san and Ryoichi accompany you, their words of encouragement blending with the resounding cheers of the crowd. The tension of victory still palpable, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. But the moment of respite is short-lived. In front of the locker room doors, a group of journalists waits, armed with microphones and cameras, ready to capture every moment of this brilliant victory.

The journalists rush towards you as soon as you appear, their questions firing like a barrage of bullets. "Congratulations on your victory, [L/N]! How do you feel after such an intense fight?" You take a deep breath, trying to gather your tired thoughts. "Thank you very much. I am exhausted but incredibly happy. This fight was extremely tough, but I am proud of the way I managed to finish it."

"Your opponent showed great resilience. How did you handle the pressure throughout the fight?" You smile, remembering the crowd's encouragement. "It was difficult, that's for sure. But the crowd's encouragement gave me the strength to keep going. Every time I felt like I couldn't go on, their cheers and applause re-energized me."

The questions keep coming, and you start to feel the weight of exhaustion. Your coach, Ryoichi, watches the situation with growing concern. He rushes towards you, his imposing figure moving with firm determination. "Excuse me, but [Y/N] needs to rest. We have to take her to the locker room." He gently pushes the journalists aside, his authority undeniable. The journalists, though reluctant, step back in the face of Ryoichi's determination. "Let her pass, please. She is exhausted, she needs to rest."

"But we only have a few more questions!"

"I understand, but our boxer's well-being comes first. You can meet her another time, but for now, she needs to rest."

Hiroshi-san, in silent support, also helps to clear the crowd. Finally, you enter the locker room, the welcoming tranquility contrasting with the outside commotion. The frenzy of cameras and questions gives way to a calm space, where you can finally breathe and begin to release the accumulated tension from the fight. You collapse onto a chair, your muscles still a bit sore but soothed by the warmth and satisfaction of victory. Hiroshi-san and Ryoichi join you, discussing the next steps with quiet enthusiasm. The victory is sweet, and now you can focus on what the future holds, with the promise of a broader journey in the boxing world.

The locker room is steeped in a welcome calm, contrasting with the intensity of the fight. The walls, now silent, are imbued with the sweat and leather of the gloves, the remnants of the competition's intensity. You are exhausted, but a deep satisfaction fills you. Hiroshi-san and Ryoichi stand by your side, their faces illuminated with sincere pride. Hiroshi-san, with a kind smile, leans towards you. "You did a fantastic job today [Y/N]. We are all very proud of you." Ryoichi, always attentive, adds "You showed incredible determination. You really deserve a rest. I'm giving you a full week to recover from this fight. Enjoy it." A smile lights up your face, tired but happy. A week away from the constraints of training is exactly what you need to recharge. The weight of fatigue slowly dissipates, replaced by a sense of relief. "Thank you very much," your voice full of sincerity. "This is exactly what I need. I'll use it to rest and come back stronger."

The goodbyes are warm. Hiroshi-san and Ryoichi wish you a good recovery before leaving. You give them one last grateful smile before leaving the arena. The night has fallen, enveloping the city in a soft darkness. The streetlights cast a golden glow that illuminates the streets with a soothing light. Each step you take on the sidewalk is a relief after the intense effort of the fight. The cool night air is invigorating, taking the time to breathe deeply, savoring the tranquility that follows the frenzy.

The cool night air is invigorating, a breath of oxygen that gently revives you after the intensity of the ring. Fatigue weighs heavily on your shoulders, but the feeling of victory carries you, like a light breeze pushing a tired leaf. The streets are almost deserted, only dotted with a few late passersby and the flickering light of neon signs.

Crossing a small park, your steps crunch on the fallen leaves under your shoes. The rustling of the trees and the quiet chirping of crickets keep you company in this nocturnal solitude. [Y/N] takes a deep breath, appreciating the freshness of the night air. It is in these moments of calm that you find the strength to continue, to look towards the future with hope.

As you approach your home, the feeling of comfort and safety grows. The light filtering through the curtains is a welcome relief after the rigors of the day. You cross the threshold, immediately feeling the warmth and familiar smell that envelops you. The silence of the house is welcoming, a soothing contrast to the turmoil of the arena.

You place your bag at the entrance and remove your shoes, each movement a monumental effort. Barely arrived, a familiar ball of fur rubs against your legs, and a soothing purr resonates in the hallway. "Good evening, [C/N]," I murmur as I crouch to pick up my cat in my arms.

The reassuring weight of [C/N] against your chest is an instant source of comfort. Her fur is soft under your fingers, and her steady purr is a calming melody after the cacophony of the arena. You slowly ascend the stairs, feeling every muscle protest against the extra effort, but [C/N]'s presence urges you forward.

Opening the door to your bedroom, you head straight for your bed. Without even turning on the light, you lie down, [C/N] snuggled against you. The bed is a haven of peace, a sanctuary of rest after the battle. You pull the covers over yourself, savoring the feeling of softness and warmth.

[C/N] curls up against you, her little head butts and constant purring gently lull you. Fatigue overwhelms you, each breath a step closer to sleep. The images of the fight continue to flash through your mind, but they are now blurred, softened by the satisfaction of victory and the comforting presence of your cat.

You close your eyes, letting sleep quickly take you. [C/N] continues to purr, a final murmur of the day before silence and darkness completely envelop you. In this tranquility, with [C/N] cuddled against you, find the rest you so richly deserved.

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The next morning, you wake up enveloped by the gentle sunlight filtering through the curtains of your room. [C/N] is nestled against you, purring peacefully. Your body is still a bit sore, but the night of sleep has done you good. You feel refreshed and ready to fully enjoy this well-deserved week of rest.

You get up slowly, taking care not to wake [C/N], and head towards the bathroom. A hot shower helps to relax your still somewhat stiff muscles and prepares you for the day. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you recall the victory from the previous day and a smile of satisfaction spreads across your face.

After dressing casually in a white t-shirt and wide-legged joggers, you head downstairs to the kitchen to prepare a nourishing breakfast. The smells of chocolate milk and toasted bread fill the room, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere. You savor each bite, appreciating the simplicity of this quiet moment.

While you eat, you think about how you will spend the week. It's important that you rest, but you also wanted to use this time to visit some people at the Kamogawa gym. You had heard that a new member had recently joined their team, and your curiosity is piqued.

After finishing your breakfast, you decide to go to the Kamogawa gym. You think it would be a good opportunity to see how your friends are doing and to meet this new member. The idea of seeing familiar faces at the gym after a long time fills you with enthusiasm.

You prepare quickly, putting on white shoes and grabbing your shoulder bag before leaving the house. The walk to the Kamogawa gym is pleasant, especially on this beautiful sunny afternoon. The streets are relatively calm, and you take the time to appreciate every detail. Cherry trees line the sidewalks, their pink petals falling gently with the wind. Each step you take is a reminder of the calm and serenity you needed after the recent events.

You walk along the cobbled streets, observing the shops that are now open for the day. The shopkeepers bustle about serving their customers, and the smell of fresh bread escaping from local bakeries fills the air. The small cafes are still full of customers enjoying their lunch while chatting cheerfully.

"I wonder how the Kamogawa gym is doing these days," you think to yourself as you walk. "There's always a certain energy there, a motivation that is contagious." You think, your boxing gym is different from Kamogawa's.

As you continue your walk, you come across an adorable stray dog sitting in the shade of a tree. Its big brown eyes and timidly wagging tail immediately capture your attention. You crouch down next to it, extending a hand to pet it.

"Hello there," you murmur gently, running your fingers through its soft fur. The dog licks your hand in a sign of trust, and you can't help but smile. "You're a good dog, aren't you?"

After spending a few minutes with the dog, you reluctantly get up. "I have to go," giving it one last pet.

You continue on your way, appreciating the old architecture of the buildings lining the streets. The colorful facades and flowered balconies add a charming touch to this lively neighborhood. Memories flood back, each street corner reminding you of a moment in your own journey in the world of sports.

Eventually, you arrive in front of the Kamogawa gym. The facade is familiar, with its sign that has seen many champions and memorable moments. As you walk through the door, you are greeted by the gym's characteristic smell, a mix of sweat, leather, and detergent. Memories come flooding back, reminding you of the hours spent training here on various occasions, the victories, the defeats, and the lessons learned.

As you gently close the door behind you, you immediately attract curious glances. Takamura, Aoki, and Kimura notice you and rush over, their faces lighting up with enthusiasm.

"[Y/N]! Congratulations on your victory yesterday!" exclaims Takamura, grabbing you by the shoulder.

"Well done, [Y/N]! You were amazing!" adds Aoki with a wide smile.

Just as enthusiastic, Kimura pats you on the back. "That was really impressive, [Y/N]. We're proud of you."

You smile, happy to see them all so enthusiastic. "Thanks, guys! But why didn't you come to my match? We couldn't celebrate my victory..."

Your face shows a slight disappointment, but before they can respond, Kamogawa appears out of nowhere and gives Takamura a smack on the back of the head.

"Get back to training, you lazy bunch!" he shouts.

"Ouch! Damn old man, that hurts!" Takamura complains, holding the back of his head with an exaggeratedly pained expression.

You can't help but laugh at the scene. It's always so lively here, and it feels good to be back in this atmosphere.

Aoki and Kimura burst into laughter, openly mocking Takamura.

"Takamura got scolded all by himself!" Aoki and Kimura chuckle in unison.

Kamogawa suddenly turns toward them, looking furious. "You think you're going to get away with this?" he exclaims, giving them each a swat.

Aoki and Kimura start sweating immediately, their good mood evaporating in the face of the reprimand. They quickly return to training, hastening to resume their routine with sudden diligence.

The scene makes you burst into laughter. Seeing this dynamic between them is really refreshing and reminds you why you love this place so much.

Kamogawa then approaches, smiling. "Congratulations, [L/N]. That was a very good fight," says Kamogawa.

You feel a bit shy but smiling. "Thank you very much, Kamogawa," you say, bowing respectfully. You talk a bit about the victory, with Kamogawa giving you some advice for your future fights. "But there are always aspects to improve. The jab technique you showed was good, but you're missing a bit of power and precision in your combinations."

You take note of each piece of advice, listening attentively. Kamogawa uses explanatory gestures to illustrate his points, making slow and measured movements in the air. His instructions are clear and precise, each remark aiming to perfect your technique. You nod in understanding, mentally noting what you need to work on.

Just behind Kamogawa, a young boy you haven't seen here before stands, looking a bit intimidated but determined. His eyes shine with curiosity and passion. He bows timidly, blushing.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Makunouchi Ippo," he says with enthusiasm.

You smile at his little red face. He's so cute. You take his hand and shake it enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, Makunouchi! My name is [L/N] [Y/N]. You can call me [Y/N]. I didn't picture you like this at all!" you say, bringing your face closer to his, making him blush even more.

Kamogawa gently pulls you away from Ippo. "[Y/N], don't make him uncomfortable."

You step back, apologizing several times. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Ippo holds the back of his head, still a bit red. "It's okay. Nice to meet you, [Y/N]."

Aoki and Kimura, observing the scene, approach, each placing a hand on Ippo's shoulders, their faces showing silly smiles. "Hey, Ippo, barely arrived and you're already popular with the girls?" Aoki jokes with an exaggerated wink.

"Yeah, watch out, you never know, you might make her fall in love with you," adds Kimura, laughing.

Ippo blushes even more, scratching the back of his head. "I-it's not like that!"

You laugh, finding the situation adorable. "Don't worry, Ippo, they like to tease everyone here."

Takamura then speaks up, patting Ippo's shoulder. "Hey, [Y/N], you know what? Ippo was officially accepted as a member yesterday. Guess how? He sparred against Miyata."

You look at him surprised. "Miyata? But Ippo just started, right?"

Takamura guides you to a place to sit, ready to tell you the whole story. "Yeah, and you know what? This kid showed some incredible stuff. You should have seen it."

As he begins to recount the sparring match, you watch him, listening carefully to every detail. Suddenly, Kamogawa's cane grabs Takamura by the neck, pulling him backward. "Ouch, what are you doing, old man?!" Takamura yells.

Kamogawa shouts in his face. "This isn't the time to take a break just because [Y/N] is here! I thought I told you to go run!"

You watch the scene, astonished, as Ippo stands next to you, equally confused. The situation is both hilarious and typically Kamogawa.

As Kamogawa returns after putting Takamura to the test, he turns to Kimura and Aoki, shouting at them to stretch. Kimura and Aoki, who were already engaged in a rather odd stretching routine, obey with a mix of nonchalance and discipline.

You stand near the ring, beside Ippo, who still seems a bit embarrassed by the attention you're giving him. Kamogawa approaches you with a penetrating look. "Do you want to train, [L/N]?"

You shake your head, an apologetic smile on your face. "Thank you, but my coach recommended that I don't push too hard during my rest week. I wouldn't want to risk a new injury."

Kamogawa nods in agreement. "In that case, take a seat and observe. See what it really means to train here." Kamogawa then turns to Ippo. "Kid, I'll handle your training personally." Ippo looks at Kamogawa with a stunned expression. "What, really?" Kamogawa gives him a challenging look while tapping his cane against his hand. "Does that not please you?" "Yes!" You watch Ippo go to change.

You sit on a wooden bench a bit further from the ring, leaning slightly to watch the others. Kimura and Aoki continue their strange stretching routine next to you. Kimura and Aoki, back to back, were holding each other's elbows, lifting each other in turn.

"But what kind of stretching is this?" you ask, half-amused, half-curious, covering your mouth to avoid bursting into laughter. Kimura and Aoki straighten up, looking at you with a mix of offense and confusion.

Aoki furrows his brow. "It's our way of stretching. It helps reach the deep muscles, you know."

Kimura adds with a thoughtful pout, "Yeah, and it helps prevent injuries too. Well, that's what we say..."

You smile, amused by their response. "I guess it must work for you."

In the meantime, Ippo has returned dressed in the gym's uniform. Kamogawa asks Ippo to put on gloves and get in the ring. You see him comply with palpable nervousness. He puts on the gloves carefully and heads toward the ring under the attentive gazes of Kimura, Aoki, and yourself.

Curious about the scene, you ask, "Aren't they teaching him the basics?"

To your right, you hear a door creak open and see a familiar smile peeking through the crack. Takamura stands there, watching the scene with a smirk. His presence surprises you. Kimura and Aoki turn at the sound of Takamura's chuckle, and Kimura asks, "What are you doing here?"

Surprised, you also ask, "Aren't you supposed to be running?"

Takamura gives you a mocking look. "Shut up, the old man might see me."

Kamogawa signals Ippo to start his training. The first punches are hesitant, but he seems determined. You watch him closely, admiring his concentration and determination. Kamogawa gives precise instructions, correcting Ippo's posture and showing him how to improve his movements.

As you observe the training between Ippo and Kamogawa, you can't help but be impressed by how the training is conducted. Even though they are sticking to a simple sequence of punches with mitts, each movement seems perfectly orchestrated. Ippo, under Kamogawa's guidance, shows remarkable improvement in the precision and power of his punches.

"Wow, that's really impressive!" you murmur as you see Ippo focus intensely on each movement. "Kamogawa seems to be bringing out the best in him with each repetition."

The punches resonate in the room with measured intensity, and the synchronization between Kamogawa and Ippo is almost hypnotic. "It's fascinating to see how each small correction improves Ippo's punches. Each movement becomes smoother and more powerful!"

You remain captivated by Ippo's progress under Kamogawa's expert eye. "It's clear that with a coach like Kamogawa, Ippo will really improve quickly. It's fascinating to see this process in action."

The bell rings, signaling the end of the first round of intense training. Kamogawa looks at Ippo with a satisfied smile. Ippo collapses on the ring, out of breath but visibly proud of his progress. "That's the duration of a round! Your body needs to get used to this duration."

Aoki and Kimura, having observed the scene attentively, exchange knowing glances. Kimura, while stretching, says, "Well, for Ippo, the training seems to be over for today, right?"

You stay there, captivated by the spectacle, impressed by Ippo's rapid transformation under Kamogawa's watchful eye. The bell rings again, signaling the start of the second round. The metallic sound echoes through the room, and you see Kamogawa turn to Ippo with renewed determination.

"Come on, get ready for the second round!" Kamogawa shouts energetically. His words are like a starting signal for Ippo, who slowly straightens up, ready to continue despite the exhaustion.

Aoki and Kimura stop, surprised. "Huh? Is he also doing endurance training?"

"Isn't that a bit rigorous for a beginner?" you say, slightly concerned.

Takamura, still peeking through the slightly open door, leaning against the bench you were sitting on, smiles as he watches the scene. "What are you doing here, Takamura-san?"

Takamura turns at the sound of his name. "Skipping training again, are you punished?" adds the person, curious.

Takamura stares at the person who spoke to him as he walks past to leave, opening the door. "No!" he replies tersely.

Turning your head, you notice a new figure out of the corner of your eye. Your face lights up upon recognizing the person.

"Miyata-kun!" you exclaim with a smile, standing up to greet him.

Miyata, with his usually stoic and reserved demeanor, lets out a slight smile upon seeing you. "[Y/N], it's been a while. How are you?" His voice is calm but warm, and you smile at him, "I'm fine, thank you. Did you see my match on TV?"

Miyata nods slightly, his smile barely perceptible. "Yes, I saw it. It was a good match, [Y/N]. Your progress is impressive." His eyes show sincere admiration despite his composed tone.

You feel your cheeks flush slightly at his words, touched by his compliments. "Thank you very much, Miyata-kun. It means a lot." Your smile widens, a gentle warmth filling your heart.

Takamura, still leaning against the door, watches the scene with a goofy expression. "Well, look at who's blushing like a schoolgirl." He chuckles, his expression a mix of amusement and provocation. "Do you need a moment alone or what?" he adds in a deliberately provocative tone. "Maybe a little flirt with Miyata will make you even more formidable in the ring, [Y/N]." His silly look betrays both his arrogance and his enjoyment in teasing his peers.

You look at him with a smile, a vein of anger visible on your forehead. "Jealous jerk," you retort with a tone that is half-amused, half-exasperated. You cross your arms, glaring at Takamura defiantly. "Maybe you should spend less time spying on others and more time training, Takamura-san."

Takamura, veins bulging on his forehead, stands up abruptly, looking furious. "Me, jealous?! Women could be on their knees for me!" He puffs out his chest, trying to appear even more imposing. "And it's not like I need to watch fights on TV!"

[Y/N], arms crossed and a smirk on your face, stares at him defiantly. Suddenly, you move towards him and hit him firmly on the chest. "You spend your time self-congratulating instead of training properly!"

Takamura, surprised by the hit, lets out a muffled cry. "Hey! What was that?! Do you really want to fight me now?!"

[Y/N], eyebrows furrowed, responds with a loud and assertive voice, "Oh, don't be an idiot! You're showing off when you should be working on your technique! Maybe if you focused more on the ring than on women, you'd have real talent!"

Takamura, still groggy, tries to stand up. "I warned you! You're going to regret it!"

Aoki, observing the scene with beads of sweat on his face, turns to Kimura and whispers, "It looks like Takamura just discovered the consequences of having a big mouth."

Miyata moves away, looking for a quiet spot to stretch. He observes the scene with a stoic expression, as if he is used to this kind of chaos. As he stretches with precision and method, a slight furrow forms on his brow at the sounds of the commotion behind him.

Takamura, still bickering with [Y/N], turns his head towards the ring, noticing the growing tensions in the direction where Kamogawa is throwing sharp words at Ippo about Miyata. [Y/N], surprised by Takamura's sudden gesture, blinks before feeling his fingers on your chin. You then find yourself looking in the direction Takamura is pointing. Your eyebrows furrow, a mix of confusion and irritation.

"Hey, let go of me!" you react, trying to free yourself. "What do you think you're doing?" You turn slightly to confront him, his gaze revealing both his irritation and his interest in the scene in the ring.

"Wait," he says firmly while turning you towards the ring. "Look at what's happening over there it's more interesting than this little argument."

You shake your head slightly, focusing on the scene in the ring. Your anger blends with a growing curiosity about what is happening.

Kamogawa's voice is heard with an intensity that seems almost directed at Miyata. "Do you really want to win against Miyata?" Ippo, visibly hesitant, responds, "If... if I could , I would be delighted."

Kamogawa asks again, even more firmly, "Do you really want it?" Ippo, after a brief moment of reflection, lifts his head with determination. "Yes, I do!"

Suddenly, Miyata turns abruptly towards Ippo. The latter, taken by surprise, raises his arms in a defensive gesture and quickly apologizes, "Ah, Miyata-kun, sorry!"

Everyone, including you, watches the scene in shock. Miyata, with an exasperated sigh, turns his face away, while Ippo continues to watch with a look of embarrassment. "I upset Miyata," Ippo murmurs, aware of the discomfort he has caused.

[Y/N], still held by Takamura, gently pushes him away to free yourself. "I have to go now; time has flown by faster than I thought." You turn to the group with a smile. "I need to go. Take care!"

Aoki and Kimura bid you farewell, telling you to come back soon. Miyata waves a finger in goodbye from the mat. She says goodbye to the other gym members.

[Y/N] heads over to Kamogawa and Ippo to say goodbye. "Thank you for everything, Kamogawa. And Ippo, I hope we'll see each other soon." Ippo, visibly touched, blushes slightly. "Yes, of course! I hope we can see each other again too."

As [Y/N] prepares to leave, Takamura grabs you by the head with a familiar gesture and gently taps the top of your head. "Take care, [Y/N]!" he says with a teasing but sincere smile.

[Y/N], smiling despite the teasing gesture, looks at him with an amused glint in your eyes. "Thank you, Takamura. I'll try not to hurt myself too much!"

She then turns on her heel and exits the gym, leaving behind Kamogawa and the others wishing her a safe return, with the sunset gently lighting up the sky.