Killing over years

Ohma followed Kanou towards the old shipyard with the duo of judoka juniors. The security there was pretty loose, so lax that Ohma, Kanou and the other two juniors were easily able to sneak into a boarded ship with the name Diego Carlo painted on it. When they got on the deck Ohma knew why Kanou brought him here, a second of the deck was filled with wrestling training equipment and a big wrestling ring. They both got onto the ring, standing on opposite sides while the two junior watched.

"Back off now, midget," Kanou suggested, "Or you'll regret it."

"What are you talking about," Ohma said, "Have have ever been in an actual no holds bar fight instead of under the safety rules of your little sports event."

"I'll show what this sport could do," Kanou said as Ohma dashed towards him. Kanou moved forward to grab Ohma for a throw but he was quick to react and dodged to the side. Before Kanou could even retract his hand Ohma started laying low kicks after low Kicks on his right calves. This is how Niko taught him to fight.

'For most fighters back of the leg is generally untrained to take hits, attacking it damages their balance.'

After Ohma laid four low kicks Kanou moved to grab him again, and like before Ohma swiftly dodged and moved behind Kanou and started striking the left calf with five consecutive low kicks before dodging Kanou's grab attack again.

'Confuse your adversary with swift footwork and deliver continuous damage with low kicks. That's the most basic of theories when fighting someone bigger than you.'

Kanou grunted, his knees bent, he was stunned with pain for a moment that's when Ohma struck.

'At the moment of weakness strike directly the part where sensitive nerves are concentrated, the chin.'

Ohma moved to the front and threw a hard uppercut right onto Kanou's chin. It sent the judoka staggering back.

"Come on, Kanou, you can't lose," Kabao shouted.

Sabu followed the lead, "Keep your head clear."

Kanou's knees weakened but he kept his balance and then shook his head then snapped at Ohma, "I have tanked uppercut from heavyweights, compared to them yours are nothing."

'Looks like it will take a bit more.' Ohma thought and rushed in again. Moving to Kanou's side for low kicks, but this time Kanou was prepared and the moment Ohma moved he reached forth and grabbed his shirt tightly. Ohma panicked as Kanou tried for one of his Judo throws and delivered a Shurite to the undefended mid-section whole tightening his muscles in sync at the moment of impact.

'Adamantine Kata: Ironbreaker.'

Kanou gritted his teeth, he was lurched back hard, but he didn't let go of his grip and threw Ohma over his shoulder by his shirt. Ohma felt his feet leave his ground as Kanou brought picked up for the throw, he twisted his body and spun in mid-air, changing his position to feet first instead of the back. Then moment he landed on his right leg he tensed the muscles aligning his body to his right palm, letting the force of impact flow through his leg, through his body, then through his right arm to his right palm which thrusted onto Kanou's nose. The strike threw the head back and blood started spewing from his nostrils.

'Adamantine and Redirection: Rebound.'

"TAKE THIS!" Kanou growled, snaking the left arm around Ohma's body preventing him from escaping and with the other, he pressed his elbow right onto Ohma's midsection.

'Fuck! Adamantine Kata: Indestructible.'

Ohma tenses all his muscles then was lifted off his feet and this time he wasn't able to wiggle his way out as he slammed back first on the ring accompanied by 120 kilos of elbow drop to this midsection. Ohma coughed and gasped in pain, feeling the breath leaving his body.

"Elbow after a slam." Kabao hissed through his teeth, it was as if the damage with the ring resonated inside him.

"To be hit by an elbow of that weight and thrown from a two-meter height," Sabu commented, "his organs must have been squashed."

"You see now, Judo wasn't created for sports which bans its most deadly moves." Kanou said pressing Ohma down, "It isn't for teaching children discipline but for actual fights."

"In an actually fight someone would have stabbed you with a hidden knife by now," Ohma said as he tried to shake off the pain but not the damage from the elbow.

'I lack the muscle mass to negate the damage. If this was on solid concrete I would haven been crushed.'

"You bastard!" Kanou shouted as picked up Ohma by his collar and tried to slam him again. This time Ohma grabbed Kanou's wrist and twisted his body using the force of the throw right before he hit the floor.

"Gwaaah!" Kanou screamed in pain as Ohma released him and rolled away. His wrist was dislocated and his ligaments were all torn.

'Redirection Kata: Entanglement.'

"Almost didn't pull it off." Ohma groaned as he got back on his feet.

Kanou roared at him, "YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!"

Ohma stood in a defensive stance but before Kanou could attack him a harsh stranger's voice shouted from the side.

"POLICE! STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Kanou immediately reacted, covering his face with his hand before jumping off the ring and running away from the police followed by his two juniors. Ohma followed as he saw them running off the edge and followed them behind, gaining some distance from the policemen. He glanced over his shoulder to see four men in uniform running after him and when brought his face back he caught a glimpse of Kanou and the other two jumping off the edge into the waters below.

"Fuck this!" Ohma spat running off to the edge and jumping off the deck.

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Ohma sneaked out of the shipyard all wet. He didn't find Kanou and his when he came out, maybe they got caught or had taken a different route.

"Fuck I almost won that one," Ohma muttered walking out of the area.

"No, you didn't." A feminine voice said from the side. Ohma looked there to see a blonde woman approaching him.

"You could I saved your life." She said as stopped near him. "If I hadn't called the police you'd be dead by now."

"You called the police!" Ohma's eyes widened then recognised her. "Rika Tachibana... Kanou's girlfriend-"

"And a professor of mathematics at Miku University." She said cutting off.

"You save your boyfriend not me," Ohma growled, "I was winning, I had already broken his wrist and I would have won if the police hadn't interfered. How did you even know about this fight?"

Rika bit her lip and paused for a moment. "I saw you challenge Kanou and followed you both here. I've seen this many times and always ended badly for anyone who fought against Kanou, especially for young hot head kids like you."

"But I was winning," Ohma growled.

Then suddenly Rika brought her head down to Ohma's level and pecked him on his lips.

Ohma snapped his head back away from her. "What was that for?"

"An apology for interrupting your fight." She said as she snickered.

"Fuck this!" Ohma spat on the side and started walking away but Rika blocked his path.

"How shy you are, so different from Kanou," Rika said, "I say that makes you quite cute."

"What are you trying to do here?" Ohma looked her in her eyes.

Then her expression turned a bit serious. "Are you going fight Kanou again?"

Ohma shrugged. "I don't like to keep a fight unfinished. But again what's your point?"

She paused for a moment then answered, "I just want you to - If you can - to give Kanou a taste of defeat."

Ohma raised his brow. "You want me to beat up your boyfriend?"

"Let's just say Kanou has been a bit of an asshole lately," Rika sighed, "Somebody needs to put him back in his place. So if you can - crush him."

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-Dinnertime at Ryozanpaku

"Fuck that woman," Ohma growled, recounting today's event to the master as he bit as he ate from his rice bowl.

"We don't need that kind of attitude on the dinner table," Akisame commented.

"Come on," Sakaki said, "Any true fighter would be angry if an almost hard but victorious fight is stolen from him."

Ohma sighed and placed a mostly full rice bowl down, "Alright, I am done."

"Seriously again," Miu complain while serving more food to Kenichi, "I work hard to cook and you always skip on it."

"No, I am just not hungry tonight," Ohma said getting up to leave.

"Did you hit in your midsection in this fight?" Akisame suddenly asked.

Ohma halted his steps, "Yeah, I just told you the story.

"Is that so?" Akisame stroke his moustache, "Show me where he struck you. I need to confirm something."

Ohma shrugged and lifted his shirt and pointed to an area a few centimetres below the ribs.

Akisame sighed, "As I thought. You were hit in Chuin."

Kenichi grew curious at this, "Chuin? What's that?"

"It's a pressure point on the side of your abdomen," Akisame explained, "When this point is hit; the folds of the gastric mucous membrane are absorbed by an inflammation of the stomach's inside, then it becomes hard to absorb any shock from outside, decreasing ones eating capacity. While external damages on this scale could heal naturally, the same is not internal damage. This is what we call killing over years in the world of Martial Arts."

"Killing over years? Like you were hit by a killing blow and effect comes after a few years," Kenichi said, "That happens only in movies."

"In martial arts, you can find techniques which destroy the body over time without killing instantly. For example, a way to weaken one's ability to absorb and digest food by dislocating the joints between the temporal shell and the inferior jaw bone. Or in Ohma's case, by directly damaging the digestive system with a strike to the Chuin. Whichever it is, even if the result takes some time to appear, they will certainly lead to death."

"So does that means Ohma is going die!" Kenichi panicked, "Is there no way to cure it?"

Akisame smiled, "Oh, it could be cured, you just need a good healer."

"Like you," Ohma said looking at Akisame.

"I could fix that," Akisame said, "but instead of that, you could take this opportunity to try a different style of training."