"Stop!"
"I concede!"
"I surrender!"
A hoarse yet thunderous roar suddenly rang out amid the tense atmosphere.
Then, in an abrupt shift of mood, it quietly echoed on.
An indescribably strange atmosphere slowly spread through the entire venue.
"Bang!"
At that shout, Ikeda Ichiro's slightly stiff back slammed heavily into the arena wall. His body, which had been twisting through the air to turn around, came to an instant halt.
"Whoosh!"
At the exact moment he stopped, a small fist carrying an unstoppable, crushing force halted right before the tip of his nose.
"Crack!"
A violent gust blasted into his face. As he reflexively squeezed his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and shrank back, a crisp crack sounded behind Ikeda Ichiro's head. Fine cracks instantly spread across the wall his back was pressed against.
Dead... dead...
I'm definitely going to die!
My head will be smashed to pieces! At that moment, his heart nearly leaped out of his throat.
If he had shouted even one second later—no, even 0.1 seconds later—his head might have already exploded.
Actually exploded.
"Huff!"
At that moment, steam-like mist slowly rose from the small figure who had stopped her fist. Looking at Ikeda Ichiro, who had made her whole body ache, she nearly snorted two streams of white vapor from her delicate nose.
Her face was filled with the fierce expression of an enraged little lion.
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!
At this point, sensing that the fist before his nose had stopped, Ikeda Ichiro cautiously opened one eye. When he saw the little lion's angry face, he immediately shut it again and desperately rubbed his head backward.
Scary, scary, scary! Too scary!
I really made her angry!
I'm dead, I'm dead,