Though it looked like Clarice was getting beaten one-sidedly,
it was, in its own twisted way, a fair fight.
Whether it was stubbornness, ego, or sheer pride, Clarice kept gritting her teeth, refusing to back down as she endured each strike.
She was the type who'd sooner collapse than admit defeat.
Someone with pride that sharp doesn't surrender—they break.
And sooner or later, her opponent would realize it too.
To end this drawn-out fight, they'd have to be merciless.
"But still…" Lisa murmured beside me.
"Helping her would only make things worse," I said. "We shouldn't get involved."
Good intentions don't always reach the person they're meant for.
Sometimes, unwanted kindness cuts deeper than any blow.
Smack!
The sound of a heavy hit echoed behind us—hard, sharp, final.
We didn't turn around.
Instead, we left the gymnasium quietly.
Now that I'd shown Lisa the gym,
it was time to introduce her to the other facilities as well.
Just as I was about to move on,
