'I can't breathe'

I feel my lungs stop functioning as I am falling. Both of my feet let go of the floor, my eyes watching towards the blood red ceiling.

I look at that fist in front of me and unwillingness fills me up.

'One more…'

I try to drive all my power to move one more time, but its useless, my arms flail powerlessly without moving an inch.

I watch everything in slow motion, even how the person before me shakes from fatigue.

'Just one more time…'

My grip on my swords vanishing as life itself starts leaving my body.

My mouth relaxes as my eyes start closing.

- I am glad.

A voice resounds in my head. Far yet close, fading away but hitting me like a hammer.

- It's not only your talent that will make you soar, but also your spirit.

The muscles in my hand twitches, remembering that feeling again.

As if a magnet is in my soles, they step on the floor again. My numb hands grip my swords as I open my eyes and look at my opponent.

'It's not over yet'

After that, my mind went blank with a sole objective in front.

To show him my spirit soar.