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... does his mind. Sadly, sleep doesn’t come gently. It drags him under like a rip current, fast and disorienting.
Then he sees Tojō in the ring, and a punch cuts through his guard like it’s made of paper. The canvas slaps him cold, and the lights blur above.
FuooOour...
Fuaiiivu...
Suiixss...
The count echoes in slow motion, each number warped and dragging through the air like it’s underwater, heavy, distorted, almost unreal.
Then he moves to another ...
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