Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: High School Girl VS Community (1)
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There are all sorts of gym rats at any dojo.
And the ones the head trainers keep a close eye on are...
'The hard sparrers.'
The types who go full throttle in sparring.
They agree to take it easy, then out of nowhere, unleash murder punches, truck tackles, or dimension-jumping kicks.
They could injure the other members, so they always had to be watched.
The trainers pull out all the stops to manage these hard sparrers.
Sometimes they talk them down,
pair them with someone skilled,
or straight-up sic a pro on them to get them beat.
Once they take a proper beating, the lesson sticks deep in their bones.
And I loved those hard sparrers.
Because I was the one they sicced on them.
Whoosh-!
Park O-yu-na's fist came flying in heavy.
A classic hard sparrer punch.
The type who gets bloodthirsty the second they strap on gloves, eyes glazing over.
'Boxing's kinda trash.'
Honestly, disappointing.
I figured a genius high school girl would pack a real punch.
Her skills were barely toddler-walk level.
Those three wins were probably all grappling, no doubt.
Thwack! Thud!
Wild hooks raining over my guard.
Solid power behind them.
'No bluff about making boys nosebleed.'
Her power was legit.
Separate from her trash boxing, it came from her natural frame and raw strength.
Nomad blood, maybe.
"Whoa, whoa! O-yu-na! Dial it back!"
"You trying to KO your friend?"
"How many times do we gotta say sparring ain't a street fight!"
The coaches and members chimed in, worried for me.
They didn't need to.
I blocked everything.
Of course, Go Eun-ha's slender body swayed a bit.
No damage, though.
'Rhythm's too predictable.'
I analyzed her while eating shots.
O-yu-na's combos and rhythm were straight-up simple and honest.
No mind games.
Excitement overload, probably.
Made landing counters a breeze.
Dodge the jab by leaning back.
Follow with a rear-hand counter.
The classic counter hook.
Thwack-!
"Kyu-eung...?"
O-yu-na let out a weird yelp and staggered.
Then plopped down flat on her back.
"Ooh!"
"Counter was clean!"
"O-yu-na! You good?"
"Shoulda worn the headgear!"
The gym folks swarmed.
Nothing serious.
Wasn't full power, no blackout.
Might feel different to her.
I approached O-yu-na as she came to and gave advice.
"Think of it as a free loss."
"Huh...?"
"If you went pro like that and drew someone like me? Instant KO."
"Instant?"
"Blink once, fight's over."
Best to break the hard sparring habit early.
Especially if you're aiming pro.
'Going hard means no control.'
They say MMA is chess with your body.
Get heated in the ring, you're done.
Can't conquer your emotions? No future as a fighter.
How to fix it?
Get one-shot KO'd.
That's why I hammered that counter without mercy.
Better to learn cheap in full sparring than rack up real Ls.
"Rest up and get up."
"Huh...?"
O-yu-na stared up at me blankly.
No more of that aggressive glare from before.
Just a baby deer sitting there.
"Sparring ain't over. Gotta fill the time."
"Ah, uh-huh...!"
She dusted herself off and stood.
Pretty gutsy for getting floored.
"Tone it down. Or counter again."
"O-okay..."
Sparring resumed.
Park O-yu-na was fully meek now, turned into a light sparrer.
'Perfect.'
Treatment successful.
*
Sparring with Go Eun-ha was a whole new world.
Even light, the pressure was insane.
First time feeling this from another girl.
At first, it was fine.
Just getting outstruck.
Figured I'd have the edge on the ground.
"Ta, tap, taaap...!"
But Park O-yu-na got wrecked on the mat too.
"Same girl rolling O-yu-na?"
"Not just boxing—jiu-jitsu too?"
"Who the hell is she? Where'd she come from?"
Rolled on the ground all three rounds.
Tapped three times.
Mismatch of the century.
Now all that genius talk from earlier felt cocky as hell.
'I wanna die...'
World's big, experts everywhere.
O-yu-na was crying without tears.
Post-sparring.
"Hahk, h-hek..."
O-yu-na collapsed flat, totally spent.
Toughest spar ever.
Meanwhile, Go Eun-ha looked fine—
"Huff, huff..."
Nope.
She was gasping hard, sprawled out too.
'Didn't look winded during...?'
Probably hiding it.
Makes sense—Eun-ha's frame was slim and soft for her skills.
Slacked on conditioning, clearly.
Or took a break from training lately.
Either way, O-yu-na burned way more gas.
Eun-ha recovered quick, changed, and geared up.
Back to Insta goddess mode.
Stoic face as she asked Coach Jung.
"How much for day use plus pads?"
"Forget the money. Wanna train here regular? O-yu-na's around—you two could help each other tons."
Having top talent is key.
Boosts gym promo.
If Eun-ha stuck around, Korean champ was a lock.
"I don't hype much, but with student-level talent like yours? UFC's legit possible."
Eun-ha's reaction? Meh.
"When's pro training?"
"Now."
"Felt like a club, thought it was amateur."
"Club...?"
"I like teams that train hardcore. Not saying this is wrong."
Too easy, doesn't like it.
Galling, but no anger.
Cuz she's a high school girl?
Too pretty?
Or mind blown by the answer.
"I'll think about it. Later."
Vanished.
'What a character.'
Fighters need talent and skill first.
Next? Charisma.
The unique vibe that fires up fans and crowds.
MMA's sport and entertainment biz.
'Superstar material.'
Coach Jung saw it—Eun-ha had that edge.
Plus the looks.
Born with world-beater traits.
"O-yu-na. Your friend's like that at school too?"
Coach asked.
No reply.
"O-yu-na? Where'd she go? Was here a sec ago..."
Found her curled in the corner by the counter.
Messy hair.
Glassy, hollow eyes.
Sweat-drenched.
Hugging the trash can, bawling.
"I'm trash... Throw me out with the garbage later..."
"Hey. Ain't you sucking—she was just good."
Park O-yu-na. Mental breakdown.
Soul leaving her mouth.
Even sweet cake didn't cheer her.
She perked up by evening.
"Gasp."
Stalking Insta as usual.
Then an unbelievable alert.
"Eun-ha followed me first...!?"
Garim High goddess.
True MMA genius.
High school girl No.1, Go Eun-ha.
She'd followed O-yu-na first.
*
Back home, dove straight into Asiatic Black Bear analysis.
Hunting bear fight vids.
Not many good ones, tough sledding—but worth it.
'Bites close? Game over. No second chances.'
Bear's got sharp teeth and brutal bite force.
Lose initiative, fight turns hellish.
'Need a one-shot kill.'
Best: seize first strike, crush it.
p>Fallback: sacrifice a limb, then submit.
Either way, my one hit has to end it.
'One-shot for bears. Find that, puzzle solved.'
Moving the body sharpened the mind.
One-shotting a bear ain't easy, but
that flexible body has sub weaknesses.
Deep in it, a thought hit.
'Ask Park O-yu-na?'
Two heads beat one.
Even if way below my level.
Humans tunnel-vision the longer they think solo.
Insta follow, then DM.
True to high school girl form, reply instant.
"Pass."
Satisfied.
Not the answer—that she answered.
Usual replies: 'WTF is that?' or 'You okay?'
O-yu-na jumped right in, no questions.
True MMA girl energy.
Fr real. Insanely bendy.
Strength rips it.