beats up Tsuchi who still has all his skill and speed

A fistfight began.
The Tsuchimikado Motoharu that Kamijou Touma knew was well-versed in banned
techniques and he would not hesitate to use them to accomplish his goals. He knew just
how much pain those attacks would bring, but he used them anyway. He forced down
his own thoughts, gritted his teeth, endured each and every tragedy, and ultimately put
an end to a much greater tragedy. That was the sort of person he was.
That was how he fought and those were his principles.
This was an opponent Kamijou could never defeat.
Yet…
And yet…
“Wh-what?”
Kamijou twisted his upper body to the side and evaded the arm that was violently swung
toward him. He succeeded. He also avoided the fingers stabbing for his eyes and the foot
trying to wave its way between his legs. Sometimes he would evade and sometimes he
would block.
It was not simply that Tsuchimikado’s speed had dropped.
In fact, despite all of his injuries, Tsuchimikado’s speed remained greater than
Kamijou’s.
However…
That speed was meaningless.
When he had defeated Kamijou with overwhelming force before, he had given off a
hopeless sense of intimidation. That was now gone.
Kamijou saw nothing but actions before his eyes. Nothing but movements. Nothing but
phenomena. That was all it was. It was as if he was looking at an empty shell of the
human named Tsuchimikado Motoharu. This was a mere shadow of his former self that
could not even be called the ruins of the original boy.
And so…
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“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.
“What is this? What the hell is this!? Is this really you? Is this who Tsuchimikado
Motoharu is!? No, it isn’t. No matter how injured you might be and no matter what
situation you might be in, you are not someone so weak you would lose to the likes of
me!!”
The very act of winning this fight felt like some tremendous blasphemy.
It was like a crowd ignoring the masterpiece a great composer poured his heart and soul
into yet giving a standing ovation to someone slamming their fingers against the piano
as a joke.
“…”
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Even with Kamijou’s entire body weight holding him down, Tsuchimikado spat bloody
saliva at Kamijou’s face. Was he trying to blind him or was he trying to surprise him into
losing his balance? Either way, Kamijou blocked the weak surprise attack with his palm.
He was able to block it.

- New Testament Volume 7 Chapter 2 Part 13