My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: First Blood
“Now, let’s move on to close-quarter combat,” Nakata said, leading the way to another room.

This time, it looked like a gym filled with an array of weights and workout equipment, though they were useless for Asher, as no amount of weight could increase his muscle mass.

His body had changed, and he had to accept the limitations that came with it.

“Take your position,” Nakata commanded. He pointed at the octagon ring in the center; the soft padding offered a deceptive sense of safety.

Asher walked to the opposite side of the ring, feeling a hint of nostalgia wash over him.

If not for the ban, the octagon might have been his livelihood. He couldn’t help but wonder how different his life might have been if that ban had never happened.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll take it easy—I’ll only use ten percent of my skill. It’d be bad for me if you ran off crying to Lucy about me bullying you,” Nakata chuckled, trying to rile him up.

‘What is this guy’s problem?’ Asher shook his head.

It felt like he’d been targeted unfairly since day one, and he had been ignoring it out of courtesy. But even he had his limits.

‘I’ll show you what I can do,’ he thought, preparing himself.

His body might not move as well as it once did, but he still had his reaction time— if there was one thing he was good at, it was close-quarters combat.

“Start!” Nakata shouted, quickly moving within range.

As the mercenary closed in, Asher feigned to the left, gauging his opponent’s reaction. Then, he threw a jab, but it was too slow

Nakata saw the attack and sidestepped, avoiding the strike with ease.

“What kind of punch is that? Are you sure you’re a demon?” he taunted, shuffling his feet as if to dance away from Asher’s sorry excuse of a jab.

‘Damn it, if this was before, I could…’ He shook off the thought. He needed to accept his current state and not dwell on the past.

What he needed right now was to cope and adjust.

They continued to spar, with Asher missing punch after punch.

The mercenary began to toy with him, circling like a predator playing with its prey.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Nakata teased after dodging another punch.

‘I’m too slow. What is wrong with my body?’ Asher grumbled internally.

He threw another punch, which was easily dodged again

“Come on, kid! I’m not even breaking a sweat here!” The mercenary’s laughter ringing in the air.

Asher shot him a glare, but it only made Nakata laugh harder. “You know, at this rate, I might as well let you hit me as a form of charity”

‘I want to beat him!’ Asher felt frustration mounting, clawing at him like a beast wanting to break free.

More emotions began to build up—feelings he thought he had lost long ago or perhaps never really experienced in the first place.

It was a desire to beat his opponent, a need to quench the annoyance that had been festering him.

Nakata noticed Asher’s frustration and was very pleased. ‘See that, Lucy? I’m teaching him what you wanted.’

He recalled the text he had received from her earlier, explaining how Asher lacked certain emotions due to the way he lived his life.

She had told him to rile him up, to help him tap into those feelings he had buried deep inside.

Finally, Nakata threw a light punch aimed at the shoulder, just to irritate his opponent .

“One point for me!”

Asher swung a wide hook, but it was dodged effortlessly again.

In response, the mercenary began throwing punches that were so weak they felt more like playful taps.

Each contact only served to further annoy Asher, who felt his frustration boil over at his opponent’s blatant show of disrespect.

‘Go on, get angrier,’ Nakata chuckled, pleased to see his plan working. He was killing two birds with one stone, following Lucy’s order while venting his own anger.

But just as he was about to continue his taunting, he felt something was off.

Asher was still looking at him, but there was something different now—something unsettling in his gaze.

It was as if all the emotions that had been brewing before had vanished into thin air, leaving behind a cold, calculative focus.

Thinking Asher was just faking it, Nakata stepped in to throw a punch, confident it would land perfectly.

It connected—right in Asher’s midsection—but before the mercenary could pull back, Nakata’s arm was grabbed, and Asher leaped into the air, wrapping his legs around Nakata’s neck in a scissor choke.

The mercenary attempted to recover by using his strength, but Asher quickly shifted their weight, sending them both crashing to the floor.

This technique was something Asher had seen on TV before. He had never used it—nor did he really need to.

It was an idea that had emerged out of necessity, and it worked perfectly well because his opponent had underestimated him.

Recalling what he had seen, he grappled Nakata to the ground, securing the mercenary’s hands with his own.

It was a perfect scissor choke, and even professionals would be left in awe at how flawlessly it was executed. The most shocking part was that it had been done on the first attempt.

“This fucking brat…” Nakata gritted his teeth in anger; he couldn’t afford to lose his face now.

He began inhaling deeply, controlling the muscles in his neck to avoid being suffocated, a technique he had mastered over years of practice

Next, focusing on his arm, he broke free and started bashing Asher’s head repeatedly to escape.

However, he made one lethal miscalculation: Asher felt no pain at all.

Now, it was a battle of endurance to see which of them would last longer.

Unfortunately, Nakata was still human, and no matter how hard he tried to control his breathing, the strain began to take its toll. His vision grew blurry, and he struggled to focus, desperation creeping in.

Meanwhile, Asher remained in perfect condition, barely registering the attacks to his head, his resolve solid as iron.

‘Damn it, damn it…’ Nakata was frustrated, imagining Asher was laughing at him, enjoying this victory.

But that was far from the truth; Asher wore a blank expression, his focus solely on winning.

He was like a calm and calculating predator, moving with instinct that gave him the best chance of victory.

‘Shit, I’m losing consciousness. Does this kid even know how to stop?’ he wondered, realizing that he could actually die from this.

He regretted underestimating his enemy; if he had gone all out from the very beginning, this wouldn’t have happened.

As he slowly lost consciousness, he remembered what Lucy always told him: that he was too emotional, and that while it was okay to get angry, only those who could remain calm in a fight could really become strong.

‘Don’t tell me…’ his thoughts trailed off. ‘Her text wasn’t for the brat; it was for me.’

Nakata finally lost his grip on his consciousness, his body going limp.

Asher, still focused on winning, kept pressing harder, unaware that his opponent had already been defeated.

CRACK!