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"They tried hard to convince each other that withered flowers have a beauty all their own, but inwardly they sighed [...]"
—"Nakagami Kenji - 'Remaining Flowers' (Nokori no hana, 1988)

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The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Cuz of my track competitions...
"I'll make sure I'm there for each and every one of them if your worried about that."
Ya shouldn't overwork yerself.
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Just as bad as a lifelong addict without cocaine.
Goka's coach let out a soft laugh. "What? He's doing lines of salt?" Goka's coach said in a joking tone. Clearly he underestimated how bad Goka truly was without salt.
[Zanka lifted his eyebrows and glanced up at Goka.]
Well...
Goka immediately had an awkward look on his face as a memory of Zanka coming into his room came into the front of his thoughts. "Well- It's hard ok!" Goka's coach was rendered speechless by that statement. "You're doing lines of salt?!" "No?"
I almost went runnin' to tell Ma he was doin' drugs.
"Goka! That cannot be good for you!" Goka's coach said shaking his head. "I don't feel affected. I feel great!"
For now.
Let's just go,Goka!
"Sounds good to me."
Ya need to see the doctor fo' that split lip or has the salt closed it already?
"Meant to see the doctor anyways." Goka said with a sigh.
Question
'Re ya gonna keep on with the matches durin' summer?
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Just as bad as a lifelong addict without cocaine.
Goka's coach let out a soft laugh. "What? He's doing lines of salt?" Goka's coach said in a joking tone. Clearly he underestimated how bad Goka truly was without salt.
[Zanka lifted his eyebrows and glanced up at Goka.]
Well...
Goka immediately had an awkward look on his face as a memory of Zanka coming into his room came into the front of his thoughts. "Well- It's hard ok!" Goka's coach was rendered speechless by that statement. "You're doing lines of salt?!" "No?"
I almost went runnin' to tell Ma he was doin' drugs.
"Goka! That cannot be good for you!" Goka's coach said shaking his head. "I don't feel affected. I feel great!"
For now.
Let's just go,Goka!
"Sounds good to me."
Ya need to see the doctor fo' that split lip or has the salt closed it already?
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Just as bad as a lifelong addict without cocaine.
Goka's coach let out a soft laugh. "What? He's doing lines of salt?" Goka's coach said in a joking tone. Clearly he underestimated how bad Goka truly was without salt.
[Zanka lifted his eyebrows and glanced up at Goka.]
Well...
Goka immediately had an awkward look on his face as a memory of Zanka coming into his room came into the front of his thoughts. "Well- It's hard ok!" Goka's coach was rendered speechless by that statement. "You're doing lines of salt?!" "No?"
I almost went runnin' to tell Ma he was doin' drugs.
"Goka! That cannot be good for you!" Goka's coach said shaking his head. "I don't feel affected. I feel great!"
For now.
Let's just go,Goka!

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The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Just as bad as a lifelong addict without cocaine.
Goka's coach let out a soft laugh. "What? He's doing lines of salt?" Goka's coach said in a joking tone. Clearly he underestimated how bad Goka truly was without salt.
[Zanka lifted his eyebrows and glanced up at Goka.]
Well...
Goka immediately had an awkward look on his face as a memory of Zanka coming into his room came into the front of his thoughts. "Well- It's hard ok!" Goka's coach was rendered speechless by that statement. "You're doing lines of salt?!" "No?"
I almost went runnin' to tell Ma he was doin' drugs.
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Just as bad as a lifelong addict without cocaine.
Goka's coach let out a soft laugh. "What? He's doing lines of salt?" Goka's coach said in a joking tone. Clearly he underestimated how bad Goka truly was without salt.
[Zanka lifted his eyebrows and glanced up at Goka.]
Well...
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Just as bad as a lifelong addict without cocaine.
Can we have more devil baby Zanka stories?
I wouldn't say Zanka was a devil baby. His first time eating a strawberry was when he was around three. Kyouka decided to share one of hers. Zanka spat it out and both of them looked so offended by the other.
I don't know how she does it. They're bitter af.
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Don't make me take those cookies back.
Goka's coach turned to deadpan stare at Zanka. "You were the one to give him those?" "Ay, shut it coach. He wanted to do something nice for his big brother, he can't help this is how he shows his love."
[Zanka cringes slightly as the coach turned back,moving behind Goka before narrowing his eyes.]
Yeah! What he said!
Goka's coach took a deep breath. It really wasn't worth lecturing Zanka over, he was aware enough and seemed he would force Goka to have some water later so he would let it go this time. ( Exactly like every other time. ) "Alright.. Just not after match's anymore."
I promise! Scout's honor!
[Said the one who has never been a scout.]
Goka reach back a hand to ruffle Zanka's hair. "See, all harmless just want me to feel loved!" Goka's coach rolled his eyes. "I get it. I won't tell Ettiquel about this either, just don't keep pushing your luck by being a salt hungry fiend."
But that's his title! That's an unreasonable demand.
Goka's coach let out a long sigh. "can't tell if your on my side or your brothers."
'M on my big bro's side,duh. 'M just honest.
Goka gave a slight nod. "Mhm, he knows you guys are all unreasonable... Keeping me from salty foods." Goka's coach just let out a laugh. "Right. Unreasonable."
Ya'll don't know what we deal with at home durin' withdrawals.

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The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Don't make me take those cookies back.
Goka's coach turned to deadpan stare at Zanka. "You were the one to give him those?" "Ay, shut it coach. He wanted to do something nice for his big brother, he can't help this is how he shows his love."
[Zanka cringes slightly as the coach turned back,moving behind Goka before narrowing his eyes.]
Yeah! What he said!
Goka's coach took a deep breath. It really wasn't worth lecturing Zanka over, he was aware enough and seemed he would force Goka to have some water later so he would let it go this time. ( Exactly like every other time. ) "Alright.. Just not after match's anymore."
I promise! Scout's honor!
[Said the one who has never been a scout.]
Goka reach back a hand to ruffle Zanka's hair. "See, all harmless just want me to feel loved!" Goka's coach rolled his eyes. "I get it. I won't tell Ettiquel about this either, just don't keep pushing your luck by being a salt hungry fiend."
But that's his title! That's an unreasonable demand.
Goka's coach let out a long sigh. "can't tell if your on my side or your brothers."
'M on my big bro's side,duh. 'M just honest.
[Zanka sits in his bed,legs crossed,hunched over papers as he writes,calculator in hand,phone to the side,playing some Disney cover he sings along to.]
( @lawchiatto )
I don't like them. Gross.
Ma doesn't eat what she doesn't like.
"She often takes supplements for what she doesn't get in her usually diet."
So i can do that too!
Tsuyoshi pauses for a second before nodding.
"You're old enough to start doing that. Ask your mom about it. I believe she as a nutrition chart she can show you. Or find alternatives that have the same nutrients but aren't the same foods."
I will!
[He says with enthusiasm and renowned determination.]
[Taps mic.]
.....fuck leg day.
[Zanka sits in his bed,legs crossed,hunched over papers as he writes,calculator in hand,phone to the side,playing some Disney cover he sings along to.]
( @lawchiatto )
I don't like them. Gross.
Ma doesn't eat what she doesn't like.
"She often takes supplements for what she doesn't get in her usually diet."
So i can do that too!
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Don't make me take those cookies back.
Goka's coach turned to deadpan stare at Zanka. "You were the one to give him those?" "Ay, shut it coach. He wanted to do something nice for his big brother, he can't help this is how he shows his love."
[Zanka cringes slightly as the coach turned back,moving behind Goka before narrowing his eyes.]
Yeah! What he said!
Goka's coach took a deep breath. It really wasn't worth lecturing Zanka over, he was aware enough and seemed he would force Goka to have some water later so he would let it go this time. ( Exactly like every other time. ) "Alright.. Just not after match's anymore."
I promise! Scout's honor!
[Said the one who has never been a scout.]
Goka reach back a hand to ruffle Zanka's hair. "See, all harmless just want me to feel loved!" Goka's coach rolled his eyes. "I get it. I won't tell Ettiquel about this either, just don't keep pushing your luck by being a salt hungry fiend."
But that's his title! That's an unreasonable demand.

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Tatsuo Nijiku and Tallulah Nijiku! Modern au! They travel a lot. Tallulah is naturally very sickly and Tatsuo takes care of her.
The final round was slipping away.
Goka’s opponent, breathing heavily and swinging wildly, threw a desperate overhand right. Goka slipped it with cold precision and countered with a vicious knee to the body that folded the man in half.
Before he could recover, Goka grabbed the back of his head and unleashed two sharp elbows that opened a cut above the eye. Blood sprayed across the canvas.
The crowd erupted.
As the fighter tried to clinch desperately, Goka spun him around, took his back, and locked in a rear-naked choke with textbook form. He squeezed with relentless, controlled pressure. His opponent struggled for a few seconds, then frantically tapped Goka’s arm.
The referee rushed in.
“It’s over! Goka Nijiku wins by submission!”
Goka immediately released the hold and stood up. He took a few steps back, breathing steady, expression changing from intense focus to something more like pride. A small cut on his own lip trickled blood, but he ignored it. He turned to the crowd eyes scanning for where Zanka was and gave a brief wave.
He gave his opponent a single respectful nod before turning and walking toward his corner as the announcer declared his victory.
Don't make me take those cookies back.
Goka's coach turned to deadpan stare at Zanka. "You were the one to give him those?" "Ay, shut it coach. He wanted to do something nice for his big brother, he can't help this is how he shows his love."
[Zanka cringes slightly as the coach turned back,moving behind Goka before narrowing his eyes.]
Yeah! What he said!
Goka's coach took a deep breath. It really wasn't worth lecturing Zanka over, he was aware enough and seemed he would force Goka to have some water later so he would let it go this time. ( Exactly like every other time. ) "Alright.. Just not after match's anymore."
I promise! Scout's honor!
[Said the one who has never been a scout.]