He leaves the classroom silently, his bag on his shoulder.
Sofia watches him go, a faint look of regret crossing her face.
Maybe she was too harsh—but she had to be honest.
On his way home, tears finally spill down Daisuke's face.
He whispers to himself,
"It's okay."
"I don't care."
But deep down, he knows he's lying—
trying not to hurt himself more.
When he gets home, his dad is waiting.
Dad: "Hey. Change up—we've got to train."
Hoshin nods quietly. He heads to his room, changes into his tracksuit, and walks back out.
Hoshin: "All ready."
Dad: "Good. First we run. Second, we spar. Third—strength work."
Hoshin: "Yeah."
They take off running.
They run until every bit of air leaves their lungs, until they're gasping and screaming just to breathe again.
Sweat covers them both by the time they return home.
After washing their faces, they sit in silence for a few minutes.
Dad: "Alright. Let's spar."
They step into position.
Dad: "Take your stance."
Both drop into their guard.
The air between them tightens.
Dad throws a jab—
Hoshin slips outside and fires an uppercut.
Dad pulls back, but Hoshin chains it into a cross.
Dad dodges again.
Dad: "You've gotten a lot better."
Dad counters with a hook—
Hoshin rolls under, then fires his own hook—connects clean!
Dad fires back with a hook—Hoshin blocks and shoots a straight—lands!
He steps forward, slipping Dad's counter.
Hoshin: "You lost, Dad."
He cocks his arm for a finishing uppercut—
but stops mid-swing.
Dad (surprised): "Your improvement... is too good."
Chapter 112 End