Not away. Not to the side. Into the kick.
"I finished what you started," he said. "No more Kurokawa. No more fear. The dojo—I’m going to rebuild it." Buchikome High kick- -Final- -Aokumashii-
Goro’s foot began its descent.
He looked up. Goro was walking toward him slowly, savoring the moment. He raised his steel-shod right leg for the final axe kick—the same one that had crushed Akari’s skull. Not away
Kenji moved.
"Final," he whispered to the aokumashii sky. "This is the final." The rematch wasn't announced. There was no flyer, no social media hype. The Kurokawa-gumi didn't do publicity for failures. Instead, a single black envelope was slid under the door of Kenji’s makeshift shelter—a laundromat he’d been sleeping in. Buchikome High kick- -Final- -Aokumashii-