Chitta thought.
He said he was good at it.
It wasn't until I realized that, once, I fought a man of character.
Until then, he wasn't even going to be proud, but he was thinking of it somewhere.
Chitta was misunderstanding. I thought it would be easy to win because it's something I praise for not being around much and even being good at merchants.
Maybe it's true.
I know myself, that I'm improving. The skill the merchant teaches, because he immersed himself in it and practiced it repeatedly, or he is also able to practice them unconsciously during sparring. It is also complete enough.
I feel like I'm on my side because I went on to fight or because of the "protection of martial arts". I'm sure if it's about this Oasis Street, you'll be able to win up to a good spot in a boxing tournament.
But it's not enough to be chronic.
There are numerous players who are not better than Chitta. It's just not good. For what it's used to fighting, there are many players who are good at defense, or blocking. Because they are not ranked by their physique, many athletes specialize in a single hit special utilizing their physique.
No matter how good you are, Chitta loses if you make a few mistakes.
Punch power is the difference between cloud mud.
Chitta with a lot of hassles and drawers, yet a little short on reach.
The best punch ever (Sunday punch) is a one-to-one combination. I mean, it wouldn't have been a game if my opponent hadn't collapsed in the jab on the left.
Chitta noticed.
He said he wasn't strong.
The result of being poked in front of me was brutal.
Differences in stature, muscle strength.
Something absolute that simply doesn't cover it.
In the Auga tribe but in the small chitta, even if they can fight on par with the average person, they will hit the head on that difference in the semi-finals and finals.
Technology.
Seeking victory in technology is tough.
(Was my mind and practice the wrong way)
Once I lost, I figured it out. He was licking his fist fight before he knew it. I was satisfied with a lot of practice for me because I practiced this much, and I fell in love with my own improvement alone and was illusory as to what strength was.
I didn't know anything.
Insulting what you don't understand, you lose like this and break your knee. It was a regrettable story. It's not about losing, it's about the process leading up to losing.
Why is this so stupid?
It was a serious punch in, and I meant to fight seriously, but when it comes to what I did, it's just a muddy imitation to the stately battle ritual of boxing.
I want to make sure it wasn't there.
I can't end up like this.
Chitta held her fist.
(I want to be strong)
I want to be strong. It's also from the bottom of my heart, really.
The first time I thought that was just admiration. The envy of wanting to be. Expectations and hopes that I would like to try. There was no compelling reason or anything, just a desire to be.
When did the merchant say the words, "It's a dream you haven't had in your life"? I was not ready for that day when I answered positively yes to the merchant who had renewed his readiness to go for real.
We need more.
I want to be strong. A month I've been trying. Reality that we are moving forward. I want to be strong so they don't lie.
That way I'm sure.
What strength is. Chitta still doesn't know the answer.
But I only found out that there was one more reason why I wanted to be strong.
Chitta's practice was visibly harder.
Whether I did too much training or it was counterproductive sometimes, I used less muscle strength training and encouraged shadow boxing and caught me to go with workouts on dodging.
In conclusion, I was right.
Training to thoroughly identify what angle punch is coming from my front motion. This definitely bottomed out Chitta's weaving technique.
Shoulder blocks, elbow blocks and extensive blocking became viable, and Chitta's defense, ability to dodge, increased exceptionally.
Plus I taught Chitta feint.
Instead of making it look like you're hitting it and not hitting it, you planted an anomaly blow that releases it from the motion of the same body.
Shoulder movements, lower back movements and other preliminary movements blow together altogether. That alone makes the opponent mistake what punch will fly.
Upper that made it look like a left jab and ran slightly outside. Right body upper with right upper and showing.
Hard to identify beforehand just because it's the same motion.
Chitta flirted with her opponent like a good one and learned a gorgeous way to fight despite being infighted.
Clumsy. Terrible.
Chitta was foolish, and I can't flatter her for being a good smallworker. But it's just that it's hard to switch battle patterns to suit your opponent, and the technology you teach is stupidly iterative and achievable.
If you're not too aware of how to use it, Chitta will be foolish enough to acquire the technology.
(Clinchwork later though)
Clinch. A hugging move. Techniques to hug them and screw their nose out.
It's a crisis aversion move to hold your side and make your arms unusable at that moment when your opponent attacks you from here at once, such as just before you step into a rush or just before or after a punch.
It's a technology that also plays a role in buying time and recovering when you're eating punches and your vision is shaking.
But.
The gallery slaves were not positive about Clinch's mastery of technology.
"... Lord. Is that what you want?"
"Oh, my God, if your husband had a hand in Chitta."
Meena and Hetty used to say that in half of their teasing, but they don't seem to trust me around "what about honesty" and the occasional jitsu eyes.
Serious training. It's useful but it's training.
When I tell her that, Meena hugs me in half for jokes like, "Let's remember Clinch too," and Hetty winds up with me saying, "It's not going to help."
Then it's a match.
This isn't a bad idea either.
But symmetrically with these two, I got absolutely no understanding of the little ones outside of Ufi.
Ili looked as if she realized that this person was this kind of person by reaffirming the facts, and Nell looked as if she realized the truth she didn't want to realize this person was this kind of person. Stella, who was smiling bitterly at the two of them, had a reasonably good atmosphere of closing her eyes.
And Yufi.
Yufi unexpectedly favored me with the thought of despising him like no other.
So much so that I accidentally face-to-face with Stella.
"Chitta! Clinch goes from the inside! You stick your body to them as much as you want! Put your arms in their armpits as tightly as you can, lift your arms, and lift your opponent's hands to a hail shape!
"Yes!"
Get a clinch here at the right time while you build up your chitta dodging abilities by doing mass boxing that won't hit your opponent with your fist with an inch stop.
(... not a bit of a clean technique, but I also taught him that under-ji-ear that slaps behind his ear and rocks the triple tube. It's really a technology that buys you time when you're in a pinch...)
It is not as good as jaw or temple, but it has the effect of shaking the brain.
I taught her once and for all as an emergency avoidance technique, depending.
Teach Chitta all the techniques you can use. Tell me once to see if I can use it, and let me practice it repeatedly if it seems to work.
Fist fight semifinals, finals in about three weeks.
Semifinals, there are only ten days later if you qualify to advance to the finals.
Only do your best.
"All right! Shadow next! Like practicing more smashes and short uppers!
"Yes!"
I saw Chitta return the prestigious reply. There was no cloudiness in that look.