Ikken Hissatsu – One Blow, Certain Kill

Although Yukino had changed her clothes, her overall appearance was still the same: straight-leg jeans with the cuffs rolled up, paired with a shirt and a thin cardigan. She looked very beautiful, like the universally adored female protagonist in a romance idol drama, and didn’t seem to fit with words like “challenge” or “fight” at all.

The male student in the suit who was acting as the host, seeing such a captivatingly beautiful girl walking through the crowd as if parting the Red Sea, was also a little stunned. He moved the microphone slightly to the side and whispered to Yukino, “Uh… excuse me, are you here to…?”

Yukino’s glacier-like eyes looked at him, her voice as calm as the Ice Age. “To challenge. Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all,” the host boy, seemingly flustered by Yukino’s beauty, said “not at all” several times, then spoke into the microphone. “We also encourage female students to come up and challenge. Everyone can rest assured, the captain of our martial arts club is very gentle and will definitely not hurt anyone!”

At these words, the infatuated girls who had been chattering away earlier were suddenly thrilled, wanting to step into the ring and have a passionate fight with this muscular, handsome man. Probably none of them thought Yukino was seriously there to challenge. They just thought that, like them, she was a pioneer who had stepped forward to get close to the handsome guy. So, being pretty really does make a difference. While these girls only dared to think about it from the sidelines, she had the courage to go right up.

Yukino stood at one end of the empty space that served as the ring. The brawny man, who was standing opposite her with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes, which were full of contempt. He said, “You really think you can challenge me? Heh, I…”

He seemed to want to say some more insulting and provocative words, but thinking about maintaining his public image in front of so many students, he reined himself in at the last moment and swallowed the rest of his sentence. But his eyes, with a disgusting gaze, scanned Yukino’s elegant figure up and down. Who knows what filthy things were going through his mind.

Yukino ignored him, gently lowering her beautiful eyes. She took off the cardigan that was slightly hindering her movements and tossed it to me at the edge of the ring. I gently folded the cardigan, which still held Yukino’s warmth, and draped it over my arm. I watched the girl who looked like a first love stand quietly at one end of the empty space, ignoring all other sights and sounds. She silently rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, revealing a section of her fair forearm, then unbuttoned the top button of her collar.

She did look a little more ready for action now, but no one would still associate her image with a fighting ring. Instead, an image of a first love preparing to cook for you would appear in their minds.

After she had prepared everything, Yukino, wearing her youthful and beautiful canvas shoes, slowly took a few steps forward and came close to the martial arts club captain opposite her.

The brawny man raised an eyebrow and said with a sneer, “Heh, how about this, I’ll let you have three punches. If you hit me, you win, how about that?”

Yukino tilted her head up slightly, her deep-pool-like eyes reflecting his face. She simply said in a voice as soft as snow, “I’m going to make my move now.”

In that instant, the bustling gymnasium suddenly fell silent. The silence was extremely abrupt, as if everyone’s nerves had been touched by some invisible giant hand at the same time. Whether they were boys or girls, members of the martial arts club or ordinary students, they all turned their gazes to the empty space.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of thousands, Yukino moved.

Her slender, snow-lotus-like figure transformed into a scorching hot trigger that had been pulled with a bang, or like a volcano that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years suddenly erupting. Her entire body started up in an instant, like some kind of heavy machinery. Her slender, white ankles, exposed by her rolled-up pant legs, tensed. Her foot, in its canvas shoe, took a step forward. Her right palm swung out in a fan-shaped trajectory, the back of her hand striking towards the man’s head. Her fair wrist vaguely created a whooshing sound like the sound effects in a martial arts drama.

The martial arts club captain’s eyes suddenly widened, his eyes about to burst from their sockets. A suffocating sense of pressure rushed towards him. He no longer cared about his promise to let her have three punches. He reflexively raised his muscular right arm to block the palm that was striking at his head from the side with the back of her hand. With a crisp “smack!”, a cold wind blew against his cheek.

After Yukino’s attack was blocked, she didn’t pause or hesitate in the slightest. With a movement as natural as a cloud moving across the sky or water flowing in a river valley, she turned her right arm outwards and then pressed down, forcing the captain’s right arm down. Then her clean canvas shoes scraped forward another small step. She flipped up her petal-like left arm and, again with the back of her fair hand, brought it whistling through the air towards the captain’s face.

The muscular man gritted his teeth, his face contorting. He urgently raised his left hand and crossed his left arm with Yukino’s in a cross shape, blocking her attack for the second time. But Yukino seemed to have anticipated this block as well. She flipped her left wrist, and her slender white fingers grabbed the captain’s thick wrist, once again forcing it down, pressing it on top of his own right arm that had just been forced down.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. Yukino’s left hand was holding the captain’s left wrist, forcing it down and pressing it on top of his right arm, which was already being controlled by Yukino’s right hand. This meant that Yukino was controlling both of his hands with just one of hers!

Before he could react and use his strength to resist, Yukino raised her right arm, which was now free. The thin, light-colored shirt was wrapped tightly around her slender back, and you could see her muscles and beautiful shoulder blades squirming like a madman, the explosive force surging towards this delicate right arm that no one would have ever thought could be used to hit someone. She slapped her palm towards the captain’s face.

In that instant, the gasps of the many infatuated girls, the host’s daze, Coco’s bewilderment, and the captain’s own fierce expression all froze on their faces. With both his hands pinned down, the captain had no way to block. He was mercilessly struck on the front of his face by this delicate, slender hand, which made a crisp “smack!!”.

Ikken Hissatsu — One Blow, Certain Kill!!!

This palm, carrying the force of the wind, struck the captain’s face, instantly turning it into an overturned palette of colors. Tears, blood from his nose, snot, and saliva all splattered out, mixing together. All his handsome appearance was blown away by this one palm, leaving only a pathetic mess that was hard to look at.

About a second later, the entire gymnasium erupted. The infatuated girls stared foolishly at the muscular man who was curled up on the ground, rolling around and clutching his face, muttering words of disbelief. The host was also stunned, even forgetting to help up his club’s captain. He could never have imagined that this fierce man, who had even won a place in the national university martial arts competition, would be knocked to the ground by a seemingly weak and fragile bookish beauty, whimpering miserably.

Coco, who was standing right by the side of the arena, couldn’t say a word. She stared blankly at the rolling muscular man, then at the slightly panting but calm-eyed Yukino, the complexity and shock in her heart beyond words.