The leg that he’d pulled back didn’t touch the ground—and instead came whirling back around towards Chouchou’s body.
It was a feint to make one let their guard down—but it was probably true that his shin actually did hurt. But to use that injured body part immediately after for a follow-up attack—
A follow-up attack.
This time, the target was not the head but the torso.
He completely took it.
That force seemed like it was enough to pierce through his insides.
If anything, the impact was as if he’d been cut by a sword—and for a moment, Chouchou was enveloped in a vision of his torso having been cut to pieces.
“Gh—”
“Kyotouryuu—’Sarusuberi’!”
Kazune’s voice.
Kyo-tou-ryuu?
Was that—the name of his school of martial arts?
Just as Chouchou came to that understanding—the move had already been sent out.
Of course, being distracted by the name of the school couldn’t be an excuse—it was rather that the attack had once again come at Chouchou from an unexpected direction.
Chouchou’s stance had drooped slightly after taking the attack to his torso, and the attack came for his jaw—as if this sequence of actions had been choreographed from the beginning, the heel of Kazune’s palm flew up from below.
Despite being a movement that went against the pull of gravity, it still held overwhelming force.
The impact lifted his body off of the ground—but the force was as if he’d been slammed into the ground.
He barely had time to feel the pain.
In an instant, he fell unconscious.

Maniwagatari Chapter 3