Silva managed to make her way to the final, making quick work of her second opponent. Sepide sadly didn't have this luck and lost against Neige in the semi-finals, leaving Neige and Silva both for the final. At first, everyone doubted them, but Silva and even Sepide managed to get the respect of the others. Despite being annoyed at their loss, everybody stayed to see the final, excited to see the two fight together. Silva was about to enter the ring but was stopped by Sepide before she could.

"Silva... Good luck."

Silva smiled cheerily at her friend and rubbed the top of her head.

"I don't need luck, it's all skill."

She stepped into the ring where Neige was waiting for her, excited to fight.

"I'll be honest, I didn't expect such a frail-looking lady to do so well. I hope you'll give me a great match."

"Of course, I don't plan to go down without a fight."

Neige couldn't hide the smile on his face as he took his fighting stand. The referee started the countdown, building up the pressure in the room. Silva wasn't sure if she could win, she wasn't much of a boxer and just thought with her whole body. But Neige couldn't use his right arm, causing them to be on an equal footing.

"Ready? Fight!"

Neige immediately went on the offensive, forcing Silva to dodge his sudden hit. Once she dodged and left him wide open for an attack, she landed an uppercut, stunning him for a bit.

"That's unfortunate, I won't be able to win without being hit."

Silva was slightly taken aback by his resistance. He acted like he was barely hurt despite all the strength she used. She at least managed to easily dodge his attacks and land a hit right after, knowing she could repeat the process multiple times until Neige gets exhausted and goes down. She knew a single hit of his would be dangerous for her and fought as carefully as she could be. A few bit of time passed that way until Silva saw an opportunity and threw the most violent uppercut she could, bringing Neige to the ground. No one believed it, Silva managed to knock out Neige! But before she could celebrate, her opponent stood up in only three seconds.

"That was a stroke of chance from you, but you shouldn't push your luck."

Neige tried an attack that was quickly dodged by Silva. She threw an uppercut like before but was dodged by Neige this time.

"Better luck next time."

"Now I want to knock you down just so you stop with your stupid jokes!"

The fight continued and Neige seemed to understand Silva's attack pattern as he managed to dodge most of her hits. He attacked with a simple jab that Silva dodged, she prepared an attack but was met instead with a surprise from her opponent.

"Seems like you're out of luck!"

Neige hit Silva right in her face with his right fist. The man grimaced in pain through the attack but managed to leave Silva dizzy from the attack. The girl stepped back, barely about to stand up anymore. She stared toward the ceiling, as if her blind eyes could see something.

"Opal..? Is that you..?"

Silva fell to the ground with a simple hit. The referee started the countdown while everyone was cheering for her to stand back up. The count was already on five and she showed no signs of even being conscious, bringing Neige to the conclusion that it was over.

"You did well, I even had to use my right arm."

Despite his assumptions, Silva managed to stand back up. Her eyes were half closed and her stance less firm but she still was standing in front of him, ready to fight.

"I can't lose now... I didn't even try my best."

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Neige felt glad that he was wrong and prepared for the fight to continue. Sadly for him, the bell rang, announcing the end of the round. Neige went into the corner of the ring and sat down while staring at Silva. Sepide went as close to Silva as she could without entering the ring and gave her a bottle of water that Silva hurried to drink. She was sweating and panting like she ran a marathon but still had the determination to win.

"I didn't think it would be that hard... Is our Neige that strong?"

"You won't be able to take any more hits. Your best bet for now is to win by decision I think."

"Decision..? What's that?"

"Don't you know anything about boxing?" Sepide asked, a bit worried "A match is three rounds, and once it's over, the referee decides who is the winner. The other way to win is to send him down to the ground for ten seconds or send him down three times in a round."

"So I just need to put him down three times in the round..."

"There's no way you can do it! He's way stronger than you."

"I'll bring bad luck on him and make him shut his trap, watch and learn."

Unlike Sepide, Silva was confident in her chances of winning. The bell rang once more, announcing the beginning of the second round. Neige was standing in front of her, ready to fight.

"You're not going down easily, I'd be curious to know who trained you."

"A dumbass that doesn't make puns about luck."

The round officially started with a punch of Neige. Silva managed to dodge it but stayed on her guard, trying to not go down again. She stayed defensive for a good part of the round until she suddenly took Neige by surprise and landed an uppercut on his head. She gave her all and managed to put Neige down for a few seconds before he stood up again like nothing happened.

"My bad, I didn't pay attention. You're a fast one."

Silva didn't answer, preparing for Neige's next attack. The two blocked and dodged the other's hits, leading both to fatigue. Silva managed to hit her opponent a few times but never was close to a knockout. The round was half over and Silva knew that she couldn't handle a third round against Neige. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't bring Neige to its limits. The man tried to land a hook at Silva who dodged by crouching. Putting all the strength she had in her legs, she stood up and landed a hit in Neige's stomach. Knowing that her legs were stronger than her arms, it was the only way she found to deal heavy damage to Neige. Her opponent fell on the ground, not only because of surprise, but because it was too much for his body to handle. He stayed on the ground for a moment, even making everyone think it was the end for him. Everyone cheered for him to wake up, hoping to see the rest of this fight. At the count of eight, Neige managed to stand up with a smile on his face, it was like he never had more fun before.

"You're full of resources, if you were as strong and tall as me, my luck would have run out."

Silva hyperventilated like she never did before, getting close to her limits. The fight resumed as she dodged all the hits Neige threw at her. This time, he even used his right arm despite the pain, doing his best to win. Silva didn't have a second to do anything and moved constantly to dodge everything. Her opponent even did feints that she dodged by reflex, wasting her energy. She felt that she couldn't hang on much longer and tried to attack out of desperation but was countered by a jab from Neige directly on her face. She stepped back, feeling light-headed.

"Is that... White..?"

Silva fell to the ground, unable to hold on any longer. Her body was yearning for air, barely able to breathe. Everyone thought it was over, she did the best she could and couldn't hang on any longer. The countdown continued, getting dangerously close to ten. Everybody was ready to acclaim the winner but fell silent when the girl stood up. No one could believe what was happening, despite all the pain and exhaustion, Silva was still standing.

"I'm not losing to a femboy..."

"But I'm not a-"

Before Neige could finish his sentence, Silva tried to attack with all she got. Her body was burning but still kept going, pushing its limits.

"You're a great opponent. You can be proud of yourself, even if you lost, you did your best."

Silva stood there, barely able to move. Deciding to end the match, Neige punched Silva in her stomach with a hit, thinking it would put her on the ground.

"Emely... Neige..."

Silva looked barely conscious but still stood proudly, continuing the fight. She managed to dodge Neige's attacks. Even if he was experienced, Neige was starting to feel exhausted and felt a sharp pain in his arm. At the exact same time, both Neige and Silva hit each other's faces with the strongest punch they could. Silva fell down, prompting the referee to start the countdown. Neige made a soft smile at Silva, barely managing to stand.

"You did it... It wasn't luck, it was all you..."

Neige fell to the ground while holding his right arm. Everyone was holding their breath at this sight, unable to believe what just happened. The referee stopped counting and turned toward Neige in shock, he turned back to Silva and raised her hand to the crowd.

"The fight is over, Silva won by TKO!"

Neige laughed, stuck on the floor, satisfied with the fight. Once the fight was declared over, Sepide hurried next to Silva on the ground, unconscious from the fight. Sepide took her friend in her arms, with a smile and tears on her face.

"You did it Silva, you won."

She pressed Silva against her, tightly holding her. Despite the exhaustion, Silva opened her eyes slowly and whispered.

"Emely's are softer..."

Sepide put her arms in front of her chest in embarrassment, letting go of Silva and making her fall to the ground. Even if she was embarrassed by Silva's words, she was glad to know her friend was alright and could only hope Neige was doing well too.