“Here’s a medley of our strike moves, from the Hinageshi to the Jinchoge.”
This time – not even Shichika understood what happened.
He had no idea what hit him.
And if Shichika, on the receiving end, had no idea, then Togame and Emonzaemon, over by the wall, would have been clueless –
The sounds of impact rattled through the dojo.
Before you could count to five –
Shichika lay crumpled on the floor.
Face up this time – no doubt about it.
Tup.
Nanami placed her foot on Shichika’s belly.
“I tweaked the Harlequin Butterfly, for good measure.”
He had taken every single hit, unable to evade her, but remained conscious, and somehow wasn’t even injured – just lying on the floor.
“If I hadn’t removed the weight from all my strikes – you’d have died two hundred and seventy-two times over, before you even hit the floor.”
“…”
Shichika was conscious.
Conscious – and yet speechless.
He was at a loss for words.
He could have been dead –
Two hundred and seventy-two times over?
That’s what she said.
Not like he’d had the chance to count – but now that she had given him a number, it sounded plausible that she had battered him that many times.
The thought of it – sent shivers down his spine.

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