A Marathon

Without a shred of hesitation, Satoshi swiveled while planting his right foot down on the ground. If he was going to throw someone, he needed the foothold so he could activate his core strength without much effort.

morote seoi nage~!

Whenever Satoshi encountered an enemy who would lose his composure in front of him, his body always defaulted to a judo throw since enemies who weren't thinking were the most susceptible to the technique.

That's why the moment he saw the group's leader outstretching his hand towards him, he immediately activated a combination move imprinted in his instincts for the longest time.

In fact, it was one of the most used techniques he defaulted to, and he had used it many times on his peers during tournaments. Back when he was as powerless as a newborn deer, his martial arts and techniques were the only ones he relied on in order to win.