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"I'm... I'm not gonna let you do anything! Cheryl puffed, wincing as she wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve and quickly pushed off the tatami, scrambling up to her feet. Heart still pounding as she felt the mat compress under her tender feet. Her legs were tired and her arms felt heavy. She was either going to find a way to best him. Or she was going to go down fighting...
The corner of Sakura's mouth turned up in a smirk, pleased he was going to get to finish showing off.
"I hear Americans stupid... I guess this prove it..." He scoffed.
Sato chuckled and shook his head.