143 Weigh-ins
[Yuito's POV]
"Well, that was interesting." I said to myself while walking away from the restaurant. I put my hand over my chest and felt my beating heart.
I wouldn't say it hurts me but there was definitely a heavy feeling in my chest. I was feeling disappointed and sorry for how things turned out between us.
I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if it never happened. What if things worked out between us?
Would I be as happy as I am right now?
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"Pftt, Of course not." I answered my own question as the image of two girls immediately came to my mind. Marin and my mother Sumire.
And weirdly enough, Komi came to my mind as well.
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It was only because of what happened between Tsukimi and me, that I was able to meet them and even get to fall in love with them.
So in some ways, I was thankful that everything turned out the way it did. Although there were tears and heartbreaks along the way, things ended up alright.
I think that was why I approached her. To confirm to her and myself that what happened that day no longer affected me.
I have moved on, I have learned and I have grown.
It doesn't mean that I was going to try and be friends with her again or try to reconnect but I have no hatred towards her.
What happened was already in the past and I couldn't fix it, nor do I have any intention to do so.
It was done. I have closed that part of my life now and it no longer has weight on me.
And I think she has closed that part of her life as well. I was expecting more of a reaction from her but she was surprisingly calm and aloof.
Almost unnaturally even.
But in the end, I was glad she did not have a mental breakdown or something. She seemed to be doing well and moving on.
Although what she did was wrong, that did not mean she deserved to suffer. She was just 15, and people make mistakes, especially teenagers.
God knows I am not one to judge and hate people for their mistakes. I have done so many times as well, with Marin and even with what happened not too long ago with Komi.
"Oh, I am running late." I said when I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was already nearing 9 am.
I needed to be there by 9 to take the final weigh-ins.
I increased my pace until I was jogging and quickly made my way towards the stadium. I would've taken a taxi if not for the traffic, so running was faster.
But before I reached the stadium, I visited a hardware store and bought cast iron balls. They were small enough for me to cover them with my fist but it was quite heavy.
I bought two of them and continued running towards the stadium.
I was already close to the stadium so in no time I reached it. It was big and there was already a crowd in front and around it.
I did not even have time to appreciate the big stadium with modern architecture as I quickly made my way to the back entrance reserved for staff and fighters.
The guards who dutied near the entrance stopped me and when I told him I was a fighter, they led me inside.
it was full of people, ranging from technical staff, doctors, trainers and even cameramen. I looked around curiously while we walked down the busy hallway.
We went to a mini hall where there were many other official staff and coaches. It was then that I saw my fellow participants.
They were lined up, and they were weighing themselves on the scale.
My eyes scanned the tough-looking fighters before I eventually caught the sight of Monseoung. We made eye contact and I revealed a smile when I saw him.
I was excited.
"Get on the scale and make sure you are at the right weight." One of the staff told me.
This was the official weigh-in but we were going to do it again in front of the fans and the press to showcase the fighters.
I did not bother taking off my clothes and went on the scale while holding the iron balls secretly. I was able to hide it perfectly in my hands.
Luckily, I was able to make the weight, which was 86-94 kg for light heavyweight. I would normally weigh around 84 kg but with the huge meal I had and the irons in my hand, I was able to weigh in at 87 kg.
Then I was officially put into the light-heavyweight division although they were expecting me to be in the middle weight.
Next, we went through different procedures where they measured my height and reach. They did that to the other fighters as well.
I also filled out my name and address and there was also the option for stage name, which we would like to be introduced as.
I left that part blank.
Finally, we took pictures and then we were finally done.
We were given time to rest and at 10, we will have an introduction and public weigh-ins. After which the tournament will officially start.
I looked around the room and noted the fighters. Light Heavyweight was the heaviest division in the tournament so I focused on the big guys who would most likely be my opponents.
Not any random fighter could participate in the Absolute Championship. you either have to be invited, or selected after you applied for it.
Or there are a few cases where you could be recommended like I was.
So every fighter present here was a professional., someone worthy to compete in a popular tournament like this. Either an Olympic athlete, national champion, all that stuff.
The fighters ranged from different races, from black, brown, and white. There was only Monseoung who was Korean in the light heavyweight but there were more Korean in the other division.
It made sense because Koreans were in general not that big like the Japanese.
While I was observing the fighters, they were doing to same to me as well.
They took one look at me and scoffed as if offended that I was sharing the room with them.
"This is no place for a pretty boy."
"He would sing and dance like those idols instead."
"His skin looks so sensitive, it might bleed after one punch."
They commented to each other and I could hear them with my enhanced hearing. I frowned, not appreciating being underestimated like that.
I was alone, leaning on the wall in the corner. I did not have coaches, I did not have sponsors, supporters, or even friends.
But it was nothing new to me. For most of my fighting career, I have been alone.
[Title : the lone wolf.]
The comments became meaner when someone said I was Japanese and I was recommended instead of being worthy like them. They thought I got in only because of my connection.
Only Monseoung was quiet amongst them.
Seriously, couldn't they tell I was only 16 years old? what's a bunch of grown men gossiping about a child? I was even younger than Monseoung who was considered to be the youngest at 18.
It would have been nerve-wracking if I was no me.
But I guess it must be hard to tell, not because I look mature for my age but because Asians always somehow look younger than they are.
I could feel the glares on me and my lips slowly stretched.
"Wait till I use your tough asses as a stepping stone," I whispered to myself ominously.
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'Wait, I think they heard me.'
Before things got too awkward and out of hand, I left the room and went somewhere else. I opened my status and just observed my stats for the time being. I focused on the martial arts skill.
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[Status :-
Name : Yuito Fujita
HP : 100
Race : Human, Incubus
Title : [The Prodigy] [The Gentleman] [Martial Artist] [Samurai] [Man of steel] [The degenerate] [The strong willed] [Gym rat] [The lone wolf] [The man of the house] [Investor] [The polite pervert] [Reader] [A handsome man] [The nice guy] [Breathing Master.][Lucky bastard].....
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Stats :-
Charm : 24---> 26
Vitality : 25
Endurance : 35
Strength : 25
Agility : 30
Intelligence : 18
(Note : The average person's stat is 10 with 20 being the upper standard in the world be it vitality, charm, strength, etc.)
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Skills :-
[Boxing : Master]
[Karate : Master]
[Wrestling : Master]
[Muay Thai : Advanced]
[Breathing technique : Grandmaster.]
[Sun breathing : Novice]
[Bullet Time : Intermediate]
[Top G : Special Skill]
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(Note : The skill ranking goes like this = Novice--> Intermediate --> Advanced --> Master ---> Grandmaster--> Epic (very unlikely)--> Legend (Maybe a couple in the history of the world)-->Mythical)
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Author : I hope this clears up the doubts of whether she is back or not. MC has absolutely zero of getting back with her. And I don't think she will, at least not in the way you all are thinking.
And the last chapter was a way of showing how I imagined a girl would feel and suffer after cheating. I always wondered how they will suffer when reading NTR doujins where the girl is still deeply in love with the MC but wouldn't stop banging the hung dude. What if that girl got caught and they had to break up due to it? How much will she regret it? how much will that haunt her?
When she finally realizes a mere moment of physical pleasure can ruin a precious love that could last forever. You know, those housewives who have husbands and love their husbands but bang another dude because their husband is too tired, can't get it up bla bla bla. Isn't attracted to her anymore.
Anyways, these stuff were already written in advance in patreon anyways so it doesn't really matter I guess. No matter your reactions, or suggestions, I couldn't change what I already wrote and published.
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