8 Crazy Asian lady

At its core, the concept of the pinnacle is always the highest point or culmination of a particular endeavor or pursuit. It can refer to a personal achievement, an organizational milestone, or even something like a cultural landmark. However, the notion that the pinnacle is the end implies that once one reaches it, there is nowhere else to go. This is a flawed and limiting perspective that ignores the constantly evolving nature of human experience.

The pinnacle of something should not be viewed as the end, that falsely assumes that human goals and motivations are static. In reality, human desires, aspirations, and priorities are constantly changing as they grow and evolve. The thing that seemed like the ultimate goal ten years ago may not hold the same meaning or significance today. Thus, reaching the pinnacle of something should not be seen as the ultimate destination but as a milestone in an ongoing journey of self-discovery and growth.

Another reason why the pinnacle is not the end is that human potential is limitless. Just because one has reached a certain level of achievement does not mean that they have reached their full potential. There is always room for improvement, expansion, and innovation. The pinnacle can serve as a source of inspiration and motivation to push one further, rather than a declaration of finality.

An aspect to look at was strength.

The pinnacle of strength, specifically in the context of martial prowess, is undeniably impressive and captivating. It represents the culmination of years of training, dedication, and discipline in order to possess exceptional physical abilities, skillsets, and techniques. However, solely focusing on physical strength and martial prowess as the ultimate goal in life can be limiting and fallacious in several ways. It is crucial to recognize that the human experience is multifaceted, and the pursuit of personal development should encompass various dimensions.

Firstly, relying solely on physical strength and martial prowess as the sole determinant of worth or success excludes other vital aspects of human existence. Mental and emotional wellbeing, moral values, intellectual pursuits, and spiritual growth are equally essential components of a fulfilling life. Neglecting these facets in favor of physical prowess leaves individuals vulnerable to an incomplete understanding of their own potential and purpose.

Secondly, true strength lies not only in physical abilities but also in the ability to harness and control one's own emotions, thoughts, and actions. Emotional intelligence, resilience, empathy, and compassion are qualities that go beyond raw physical strength and contribute to the holistic development of an individual. 

Moreover, focusing solely on martial prowess as the ultimate aim can lead to an excessive preoccupation with aggression and violence. While the study, practice, and mastery of martial arts have their merits- including self-defense, physical fitness, discipline, and self-confidence- it is crucial to approach these pursuits with a broader understanding of their purpose. The true essence of martial arts lies in self-discipline, self-control, and the pursuit of inner harmony rather than seeking dominance over others. As well as reaching greater heights.

Furthermore, emphasizing the pinnacle of physical strength and martial prowess as the end goal disregards the transient nature of physical abilities. As time passes and the body inevitably ages, physical prowess may decline. By placing excessive importance on physical attributes alone, individuals risk losing their sense of self-worth and purpose once their physical abilities falter. A more balanced approach that encompasses various aspects of personal development ensures a lasting sense of fulfillment beyond the peaks of physical strength.

She had taken into account all these aspects, and had moulded herself in the perfect tool of violence. She perfected her martial and mental prowess to the point that barring those irregulars with absurd power, not many could challenge her. But had she truly reached the pinnacle of strength? Of course not, there was always a way to improve. By seeking out opponents, she could learn more. Experience more, she could use her martial arts in certain ways to win. Ways she's never thought of before.

She has faced many fierce opposition, each a stepping stone to lead her strength to greater heights.

Sandra Wu-San watched the fight that took place in the arena with a sharp gaze. While other patriots were screaming and cheering like mad apes, she silently observed. She had not expected to come to Gotham so soon, her daughter was much too ripe to battle. She was still a weapon that could be sharpened under Batman, so she would've stayed clear until the appropriate time.

Geto the untouchable. That was the boy's given title, title's were just that. Mere flashy names given by the entertained masses. Still, she could see why they had endeavoured to give him such a name. She watched the blindfolded boy continuously dodge and weave through his opponent who was much larger than himself. The larger man could not get a single hit in no matter how discrete he tried to be, or how dirty he tried playing.

It was made more impressive given that the boy was blind. Was what she would say were she as ignorant as the cheering masses. The boy could clearly see, somehow. She had witnessed and fought against blind opponents. They had a certain rhythm of fighting, as they relied on their remaining senses such as hearing and smell to battle. But it was clear this boy was not blind, if he was he would have a much harder time. With the constant loud cheers predicting where his opponent would strike via sound would be near impossible.

Yet she could see it. He was intentionally drawing out the fight, he merely threw light jabs and never put any weight behind his punches. Not to mention he was not aiming for any vital spot. He was testing himself, she noted. He was actively holding himself back to see how far he could go.

("Hm, his form is unsteady and unorthodox. He's clearly no expert but he's no amateur either. I have the free time I suppose, perhaps I could...") She saw the boy heave a sigh before lazily dodging a right punch. And then he gave a sloppy uppercut that sent his large opponent flying. The announcer declared the winner as the crowd roared with cheers.

She watched the boy pocket his hands before leaving, smirking to herself she walked off.

Normally a mere flashy title would not be enough to get her attention. But sometimes it was a matter of taking a gamble, sometimes there was more to them than mere title's. Of course this boy might have been an amateur despite his absurd show of dodging, however if he was worthy she might be able to mold him into quite the weapon. A weapon worthy of fighting. 

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"Ā, chokorēto, amakute kōgōshī. Anata ga watashi no mikaku o dono yō ni kagayaka sete kureru ka. Dāku kara miruku, soshite howaito no yorokobi made. Anata wa mainichi o tanoshī mono ni shimasu🎵" Gojo happily chanted as he stared at the plastic bag full of, you guessed it chocolate. He continued humming as he walked through an alleyway.

The addiction to all thing's sweet was of course also a trait he picked up from Gojo among many other thing's. Still though thing's were going swimmingly so why not treat himself?

Keeping infinity active for long periods of time was getting easier and easier. While home he kept it active for as long as he could, even when he was dozing off to sleep. He kept it active to see just how long he could use it. His current record was an hour and a few minutes, decent but he didn't really use infinity much in battles. If possible he'd like not to rely too much on it, seeing there was probably an absurd amount of people who could bypass it. Though that didn't mean he was going to slack of on his training.

As for Six Eye's, he couldn't remember the last time he neglected to wear bandages or glasses over his eye's. Exposing his eye's for more than atleast a good chunk of minutes strained them and tired him out extremely quickly. He processed information quickly, too quickly for his brain to even keep up. Not to mention he perceived thing's at an immensely accelerated rate. Furthermore taking of any eye coverage gave him a full 360° scope of all his surroundings. He wasn't even sure if the original Gojo had that. There was also how he perceived some thing's. Some objects had certain signatures to them, same with humans. And he could also perceive the worlds based on terms of energy, mass and speed. It was an odd feeling.

Either way Limitless was progressing nicely, of course Reverse Curse Technique is something still quite beyond Gojo for the time being atleast. Even if he had the basic understanding of RCT, actually utilizing it was difficult. So poor Gojo had to let his injuiries heal normally, like some peasant.

Though there was still his Blue output problem. Back with Killer Croc, he had not messed up his output in anyway. Yet why was it that the attraction point of Blue was so strong? He could honestly not say. There was also something else to take into account. He had actually not used that much Cursed Energy to strengthen himself whilst fighting Killer Croc. Yet he was able to man handle him easily. He thought the villain would atleast put up more of a fight, alas that battle was much too boring.

"Guess I'm just that goo-" Gojo abruptly stopped his self praise as a knife whizzed through the air, tearing through the handle of his bag of goodies causing all of his accumulated goods to fall to the ground. Gojo felt like screaming noooooo in slow motion, unfortunately no such action could be taken as he saw a figure rush him at his side. Said figure threw a kick, and merely saying it was swift or quick would not do it justice.

The assailants leg sailed through the air naturally and smoothly, not seeing a window to dodge Gojo's left arm shot up to block. The kick connected and he slightly winced, not having reinforced himself he felt the full force of the kick. Despite it being so quick and almost weightless, the impact was like a jackhammer. So before his assailant could continue their assault he immediately backed away, getting a clearer view of his attacker.

It was an Asian women, with long flowing black hair and of average height. She wore a long brown coat slung over a red shirt, along with cream coloured pants and high black boots. Honestly nothing stood out about the women to Gojo yet he still frowned as he flexed his left arm.

He still felt that kick, his arm was practically screaming at him in pain. If he didn't know any better he'd think the bones in his arm was fractured. Why had this crazy Asian lady attacked him? He had no clue, but her next action caused his eye's beneath his bandages to widen. Gojo have gave an exaggerated gasp as she intentionally stepped on a bar of his precious chocolate.

"You...you fiend....ma chocolate. Gone...reduced to ashes...." As he prepared to utter every profanity known to man, the women rushed him again. She was swift and reached him in no time, she horizontally shoved her right hand forward, not even clenching her fist. Tilting his head to the side, her nails dug into his right cheek like a knife, drawing blood.

("Same damn cheek.") Gojo mused as he avoided a high side kick from the women by dodging to the opposite side. She followed it up with a rear hook Gojo manage to block by bringing up his right arm. Quickly pulling back her fist, she avoided Gojo's right punch by slightly ducking her head. So she aimed a palm strike at the boy's exposed abdomen.

Gojo arched back his body as the strike missed by a few inches. Immediately Gojo backed away again, though there was not much room to manuaver in the narrow alleyway. Yet for once the women did not immediately rush to attack, instead she was staring at her slightly bloodied nails with a smirk.

"I suppose you're not as untouchable as they say." She spoke in an almost half mocking tone.

Gojo raised an eyebrow at her word's, she was trying to taunt him, that much was easy to see. So he smirked and spoke.

"Whatever you say, hag." And then both took their respective fighting stances. Gojo took a left lead stance whilst the women a Wing Chun stance.

Both rushed eachother as they quickly met head on. Her left fist moved in a swift and quick blur, the attack might've been mistaken for a jab. But Gojo felt the immense force of the punch as he raised his right arm to block the strike with his elbow. An electric like shock spiked through his arm as he withheld a wince. The women capitalized on the moment, Gojo narrowly avoided a right strike.

Then the women pressed on. To other's the rapid punches she threw might as well have been a blur, yet Gojo could follow them. Though reacting to them was a whole other matter.

She performed a cross which he blocked again, and then she threw a lead hook which just barely scraped by his face. Gojo frowned as he continued blocking and dodging.

("Those are boxing moves, she's mixing up her fighting style...") For a moment Gojo was distracted, an opportunity she capitalized on. Suddenly she kneeled low as she performed a footsweep which had its desired effect. Though as Gojo tumbled to the ground he grabbed a hold of her arm to drag her down with him. That too had the desired effect, but depsite being dragged down she expertly positioned herself on top of the downed Gojo.

"Can't say I like being a bottom."

"Impressive. For a complete amateur you lasted much longer than I expected." The women spoke with an appraising gaze, not seeming to mind his word's or their position. 

"Oh stop, you're making me blush!" Satoru put a hand infront of his face to his apperant 'blush.' The women finally straddled off of him as Gojo himself stood up. He honestly wasn't sure what was happening, though he was still quite pissed at losing his chocolate.

His hand shot up as he caught something, immediately he studied it. A card with an address, he perked up an eyebrow as he looked up. Only to see the women suddenly gone. Saying that the whole encounter was odd was an understatement. The Asian lady quite literary came out of nowhere and started a fight, then she gave her address and just left.

Satoru shrugged as he too stepped out of the alley, not before sending one last sad glance at his ruined chocolate. Of course he scrouched up anything still edible before walking on.

He could've won that if he had actually used Cursed Energy or the full extent of his Six Eyes. Even by actually utilizing his infinity. That women had skill, that much was plain to see, but in the face of overwhelming power skill rarely came out on top. Batman did not count as 'overwhelming skill', he had his precious plot armor for most of his fights against overwhelming odds.

  Though he couldn't help but ponder...

It seemed an opportunity had presented itself.

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A/N: To be perfectly clear Lady Sheeva was just bored cause she was running out of interesting fights. So why not take a gamble?