🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Although he was quite tall, in this fight, Sunaro felt like he was barely 1.6 meters tall, and that's only if he bought an Asuguh cap, while his opponent was at least three meters tall. You can't even reach his neck, let alone jump up to it. Every parried blow sends him back a couple of steps, every hit leaves barely a scratch, and every missed blow knocks the spirit out of him, with drops of blood coming from his mouth and guts. "Serves you right, you scoundrel," his bloodthirsty nature whispers in his head, a nature he only recently discovered. "But isn't this what you wanted?" Yes, perhaps it was. To wallow in self-flagellation and spend all his moral strength on feeling it, so that the feeling of denial of the unreality of what is happening would recede, even if only for a short time. And to some extent, he succeeded – few can maintain apathy while being beaten to a pulp, even with an incredibly rich and detached inner world. "Is it comfortable lying like this? He's going to kick you in the face now. Or shove a spear shaft further in," Nemuyasu chimed in again in his internal monologue, as if he had brazenly settled in his student's head and now intends to give important comments, whether asked or not. "He wanted a demonstration fight, but that doesn't mean it has to be one. You just need to kill him. If you can't even do that, what are you doing here? And what are your chances against your monster?" A kick could still be endured, but the spear shaft sounded not very pleasant, so, using the impulse of patience, honed a year ago in training against cannibals, and confirmed by a Pharisian record, the arena fighter continues the fight and finally catches his opponent off guard with an imprudent lunge, perhaps made out of anger at what he saw. Having pinned the tip of the spear to the ground with his not-so-new boot, the shinobi reaches his opponent's neck, grabs it, spins behind him, and strikes where he had been carefully trained to strike for the past year. "John Smith. Thank you for the fight," he says to his kneeling opponent a moment before he falls. Brushing himself off and finishing with this, he returns to the "duty officer" for the third time.