Whenever I turned on a match to watch Yuki fight at home, I was always the one hyping her up. I would jump on the couch and pray for her to win every single time. I always enjoyed the technique, the way she moved, and the sound of her landing a perfect punch or a kick. It was exciting.
But right now, sitting in this arena, it was the complete opposite.
I was sitting beside Malo, squeezed in with the rest of the audience. This wasn't a big screen in my living room where I could just mute the volume or look away. This was live. I was present in the arena, watching every single detail, smelling the sweat and the tension. I could hear the heavy thuds of skin hitting skin.
It was a six-round match. The first and second rounds were actually okay. Princess looked focused, her feet moving well, and she was able to block every attack Yuki threw at her. It gave me a little bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could get through this unscathed.
