Hito Wa Bushi - Masuyo vs Okami 9

There was no time to react. Even if Okami were capable of moving, the window for her to act had already closed.

Mixed martial arts incorporates principles, techniques, and methods from a wide variety of traditional martial arts under one unified skillset. Some favored striking, some grappling. Some prioritized strength, others prioritized ability. But at its core, mixed martial arts prioritized two aspects above all: defense and efficiency.

And now, before the humble gaze of the world’s greatest fighters, the young MMA prodigy demonstrated why her ability in these areas was second to none.

As Okami’s body teetered forward, they fell right into a pair of toned legs that were waiting to capture her. Masuyo fell onto her back, keeping the grip on her opponent’s arm as she swiftly looped one leg around the woman’s neck. Okami knew what she was doing, but there was no combating the inevitable as the back of Masuyo’s opposite knee found her ankle. Instantly, a triangle choke applied a thousand pounds of pressure on the wolf woman’s neck.

“Okay! I think I’ve got it down now.” Masuyo grinned, locking eyes with the wolven woman. “Your moves were always super hard to read, so all I could do was lock you down. Just in time, too! One wrong move and I woulda been dead.”

This was degrading. Okami loathed the feeling of being made to prostrate, left on her knees, and forced to gawk at the visage of an imbecile. She attempted to pull away, but Masuyo’s legs only wrapped tighter. While the Demon certainly favored her arms, it only became clear in this moment how far that raw power extended to the rest of her body. Every inch of the girl was tested muscle, designed for battle and nothing else. 

It was almost worthy of praise. However, the small stream of breaths that Okami was allowed to take was becoming narrower, and her patience with it…

“Fool.” The Wolf Girl’s left hand rose off the floor and clamped tightly against Masuyo’s thigh. Her nails tore deep into the surface of her skin, gushing thin streams of blood. Her eyes gazed deep into Masuyo’s as she threatened to rip a chunk of flesh from the MMA maven’s leg. “Pointless…bravado. You’re already…dead!” Okami growled.

A painful thump in the center of Masuyo’s chest compounded her adversary’s threat. As much as she wanted to ignore the feeling, a lifetime of countless injuries and recovery had trained her better than that. She could feel that something was out of place just underneath the spot where Okami had dealt her finishing blow. There was a grievous injury, tearing her apart from the inside, cutting and stabbing with the slightest movement. Her body cried for release as they struggled on the floor, but the Demon of Shibuya did not listen.

For what warrior could rest without giving their all?

Blood pooled from the corners of Masuyo’s mouth as her smile broadened. She reached up and clutched the back of Okami’s head, deepening the choke as her muscular legs pronounced themselves.

“Nah! I’ll win first. And then I’ll die!”

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Art by the one and only DeeSekai.

Masuyo Ai and Okami are my characters.