Mitsuki poor start

Mitsuki was the first to raise her fists, settling into a fighting stance with her knees slightly bent and her gloved hands protecting her face. Sweat already glistened across her shoulders and forehead, but her eyes remained fixed on Irina.

The blonde stood opposite her, relaxed and smiling, her hands hanging loosely in front of her.

"Look at all that sweat. Scared of me?"

"L-Like hell I am!" Mitsuki snapped, tightening her guard.

Irina chuckled, slowly raising one hand into a loose fist. Her long blonde hair swayed as she shifted her weight onto her back foot.

"I'm gonna do you the favor of breaking your spirit today. To ensure you never pick a fight with me again..." The young blonde eyes were filled with lust.

"THAT'S MY LINE!"

Mitsuki suddenly lunged forward, closing the distance with an aggressive rush. Her right fist came up as she bent her knees, preparing to strike, but Irina had already begun moving.

"Uh, you're literally the one who came picking a fight with me..." the blonde remarked, bringing her own hands up.

Mitsuki ignored and kept going with an explosive step, throwing a straight punch toward Irina's face. The blonde slipped to the side, allowing the glove to pass just beside her head. Before Mitsuki could recover, Irina stepped inside her guard, turning her hips and driving a sharp punch into her exposed abdomen, sinking her fist in it.

"UGH!"

The impact stopped Mitsuki's advance. Her stomach contracted beneath the blow, forcing her upper body forward as she instinctively brought an elbow down to protect herself.

Irina didn't retreat. She remained close, maintaining her balance as Mitsuki struggled to recover her stance.

The black-haired fighter clenched her teeth and raised both gloves, but Irina was already preparing another strike. Her fist shot forward again, this time digging into Mitsuki's abdomen from a slightly different angle.

"OOF!"

Mitsuki's body folded around the punch. Her shoulders hunched, her knees bent, and her guard instinctively collapsed toward her stomach. She tried to brace herself against the pressure, but the blonde's movements were too quick. Irina shifted her weight and lifted her right knee, driving it forcefully into Mitsuki's midsection.

"BLEGH!"

The blow caught Mitsuki while she was already doubled over. Her arms flew up around her head, leaving her stomach momentarily unprotected as she stumbled backward.

Irina lowered her leg, watching her opponent struggle to remain standing.

Mitsuki managed two unsteady steps before dropping to her knees. One arm wrapped tightly around her aching abdomen while the other pressed against her thigh for support. Her breathing came in short, strained gasps, and sweat dripped from her chin onto the mat.

Irina approached without raising her guard.

"Down already?"

Mitsuki gritted her teeth, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to straighten herself. The blonde leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with amusement.

"Aww, Onee-san." Her smile widened as she watched the former champion clutch her stomach. "Your tummy is super weak.♡"

Mitsuki remained on her knees, breathing heavily, while Irina stood comfortably before her. The rematch had barely begun, and the undefeated champion's attempt to reclaim her pride was already going terribly wrong.