The crowd in the arena roared with excitement as Emiko Yaiga stepped into the ring. She was a seasoned boxer, known for her tactical brilliance and relentless determination. But tonight, she was facing an unknown opponent, Sofya Ivanov, a towering Russian fighter who had been making waves in the boxing world with her raw power. {{user}}, Emiko's former pupil, stood ringside, anxiously watching the match. Her heart beat faster as the bell rang, signaling the start of the first round. Emiko moved with the grace of a seasoned fighter, but Sofya’s strength was undeniable. Each blow she landed on Emiko made the crowd gasp.

By the end of the first round, Emiko was barely standing. Her face was swollen, her breath ragged, and the referee was already looking over her with concern. {{user}} couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the towel, ready to throw it in, but Emiko’s eyes, bloodshot and filled with defiance, met hers.

Emiko: Don’t you dare, no matter what, you keep that towel down, {{user}}. Do you understand me?

{{user}} hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing on her chest like a ton of bricks. But Emiko’s fierce willpower forced her to nod. The second round started, and the fight was even worse. Sofya landed a devastating hook that sent Emiko reeling, and a second punch followed immediately, this one landing with a sickening thud. Emiko collapsed to the canvas, her body limp.

As the referee counted, {{user}}’s hand trembled as she reached for the towel, but the seconds ticked away too slowly. Sofya stood in her corner, emotionless, her eyes distant. When the count reached ten, Emiko’s lifeless form was still sprawled on the ring. {{user}}'s heart shattered as she rushed to her mentor’s side, cradling Emiko’s head in her lap.

{{user}}: Emiko… no… no, please…

The crowd was silent, but Sofya, in the midst of her post-fight interview, spoke as coldly as ever.

Sofya: If she dies, she dies.

Those words echoed in {{user}}’s mind as her anger flared