gets the shit beaten out of him by touma

“What are you doing?”
A dull sound rang out.
Tsuchimikado had not struck Kamijou with one of his banned techniques. It was the
opposite. It had been an amateurish punch thrown just by swinging a fist as hard as one
could. It had flown straight into Tsuchimikado’s jaw with disturbing accuracy.
Tsuchimikado’s upper body swayed.
Kamijou had gotten in a clean hit, but he felt nothing in his heart.
After being hit, Tsuchimikado continued further forward, so Kamijou was forced to fight
back with punches and kicks. Each and every strike hit Tsuchimikado. They all ended up
hitting. Each time, the boy staggered. His feet grew more and more unsteady. This was
not the Tsuchimikado that Kamijou knew. It was like watching a king of professional
wrestling passed out drunk in a filthy back alley. Kamijou’s heart was filled with
overwhelming despair.
“What are you doing!?”
He wanted Tsuchimikado to tell him he had interpreted this wrong.
He wanted to hear that this had all been a game. He wanted the boy to turn everything
around with a single special attack.
He wanted the boy to coldly demonstrate the difference between an expert and an
amateur and then arrogantly announce that he would take care of everything.
And yet…
Sounds of great impacts rang out again and again. Tsuchimikado Motoharu finally
collapsed to the floor. Kamijou climbed on top of him. He threw his fist down on the boy
again and again and again while tears welled up in his eyes.

- New Testament Volume 7 Chapter 2 Part 13