Without ever using it, my mental, physical, and cerebral aspects are all brand new and unopened.
I’ve never received any checks or provocations, not even once.
I hit the shortest route right on the mark.
From the moment I was born, no matter how much I ate, it was always delicious.
If my basal metabolism allows me to eat up three bowls of rice in one go, it’s twice the average.
“I want to be stronger / I want to be faster,” this hidden desire.
Can I start stripping away and being a little proud of myself from today?
Without grasping anything, the specs of my mental, physical, and cerebral aspects are all completely unconfirmed.
Not even a single word of extravagance or a single scandal has ever been damaged.
There isn’t even any… I can’t bear this.
More than boredom, it’s comfort that’s warm and wasteful.
I have to admit that I slept soundly anytime and anywhere.
During the time when my parasympathetic nervous system was dominant, I fully recharged my life to 100%.
“I want to be thicker / I want to be heavier,” to have an impact that works on anyone.
Please give it to me, just once, a moment to strike decisively and feel refreshed.
Fight. If the other party notices, then there’s no helping it. Should I reveal the hidden side?
I hit my right shoulder with my left in a goofy stance.
(One, two, three, four) Jab, jab, jab, straight?
Right. I’ll refrain from using any indulgence, but for life, I need just one title.
Is my current status at best an energy-saving expert? No.
No matter how many times I stand in the field, I want to realize and be hit repeatedly until I’m exhausted.
Ah, that critical strike, such a precious prayer.
Whether I stab or get stabbed, it’s the same. That’s my true desire.
I want to see true earnestness! To feel the pleasure of still being able to free myself.
I want to indulge more, no matter what happens.
Right now, I want to shake the proof that I’m alive.
Not being led, but dancing and feeling the thrill in my heart.
My first KO victory.