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"...

"He's up!

"The Challenger is on his feet again!"

The gym was boiling.

At this moment, in addition to the referee wearing a white shirt, standing on the ring, there are also two boxers who are frank and sweaty...

One of the fighters was a bald man with a big belly and a hooked nose.

He is a New York boxing champion, with 32 victories in 32 World Wars and 20 KOs against his opponent, the mighty Ralph McIntosh, known as the "New Testament Champion".

The other boxer was a quiet and unknown kid from the lower city.

On the wooden door of his lounge, "Falgar Terra" was written crookedly in chalk. And even the misspelled name few people know.

The audience loves "The New Testament Boxing King", so they are disgusted by this ignorant downtown kid.

At that time, Father Taylor had just returned from the European battlefield. He still had sparse black hair on the top of his head, his sharp lower jaw was not covered by the disheveled gray beard, and a scar on his upper lip made him look a bit fierce.

After standing up again, his footsteps were still a little staggered.

Where am I?

what am i doing?

The roars and shouts of the audience melded into a shrill hustle in Taylor's ears.

He felt that his brain was like a shattered pudding, and the memories and images hidden in the "pudding" appeared inexplicably.

It was freezing cold, and in the pitch-black trench, he saw the shapeless monster rolling over with a burp-like sound, and without sleepiness, he raised his frozen hand and aimed to shoot...

Due to injury, he returned to China early and took up new positions at the orphanage in Xiacheng District. More than 40 children have no conditions to take a bath in winter. In order to keep warm, they can only sleep in the large bedroom with closed windows. His memory is fresh.

Before deciding to take part in the boxing match, Snow, a comrade-in-arms who had returned to China together, couldn't understand. They sat in an empty aisle while smoking and looking at the stars. Taylor, who always felt that his friend had something to say, finally waited until Snow said:

"Dude, did you really think about it?

"The current boxing match is not a joke...

"You're not too young, and you still have an old injury on your leg.

"If you really want to improve the situation for the little ones, I think there are many other ways."

At this moment, Tairo, who was stumbling, tried to adjust his balance, trying to keep his body from shaking--it seemed that this would prevent the brains in his head from shaking.

He felt that everything around him was slowing down, like a soul out of body, while watching himself staggering on the ring, while watching the conversation between himself and Snow.

(Yeah man, that's how conceited you are...)

He couldn't see through the state of Ralph McIntosh, he felt like he was punching a man of stone.

(…that’s how I let myself face such a situation.)

McIntosh's shoulders and trapezius joined together like a towering mountain.

(Just like when you had to go to war...just something you can't beat.)

Taylor, who had been bombarded by the heavy punch of "The King of the New Testament", tried to concentrate and stared at his opponent, while looking at himself who was chatting with his friends about half a year ago.

With that overly optimistic calm, he said:

"Snow, have you seen Newsom today? It's the little boy with the bandage on his hand."

"I see. What's wrong?"

"You know, winter is coming--and winter is especially harsh on the poor.

"The orphanage doesn't have enough money to raise so many children, and we have to hire them to factories in the lower city in exchange for their daily food bills...

"And this meager meal fee can only be exchanged for bread mixed with sawdust.

"Snow, you didn't see the factory where they work... it's not a place where people can stay.

"Newson had two broken fingers and he was only twelve years old.

"He told me that he was dizzy at work and stepped on the machine and fell...

"Man—he's starving like that."

Snow, who originally planned to persuade Taro not to participate in the boxing match, fell silent.

"Winter is especially harsh on the poor, my friend." Taylor shook his head, "I can't do much...

"My thinking now is, at least this winter, and for the rest of the year, so that they don't have to go to the factory and eat bread like that."

(Oh, I see.)

Taylor, who was in the boxing ring at this moment, suddenly stood firm.

The brains are no longer shaking, and the roars of the surrounding audience can be heard clearly.

("Go home, stinky downtown bugs!")

I remember what it was for...

Looking at Taylor's sloppy eyes before, McIntosh, who was waiting for the weird boy on the opposite side to fall down by himself, suddenly found that the opponent seemed to be a different person.

His breathing became heavy, and his scattered eyes returned to clarity, as if...

McIntosh felt that his imagination was a bit absurd, but he really felt this way—

It turned out to be a pair of falcon eyes staring at the rabbit.

The boxing champion was irritated by such eyes, and he planned to continue to corner his opponent and beat his cheeks and jaws in the same way...

However, he was unsuccessful.

The nameless boy in front of him, who had lost his physical strength before, actually slipped out of his encirclement lightly at this moment.

McIntosh was a little panicked - because his physical strength had also reached its limit.

Downtown Kid vs. "New Testament Boxer".

This weird and absurd boxing match is still going on...

Soon, he found that his fist could not hit the opponent.

Even if you get hit, you have to take a hit.

This little-known boy in front of him seems to have become an invincible person.

Finally, as if he had a premonition, McIntosh watched as the opponent dodged a punch that was obviously impatient.

He didn't waste this opportunity, got into his arms and threw a beautiful right hook.

McIntosh couldn't even remember the countdown afterwards, and when he opened his eyes again, he had seen the audience lift the new champion.

The lonely old boxer obviously didn't expect that the downtown kid who was enjoying a moment of glory actually thought:

This winter, the kids don't have to go to the factory and can eat something decent.

...

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The puppet wearing a white shirt walked away, and Father Taylor, who was in Midnight Paradise, stood up reluctantly on the reins.

He had blood all over his nose, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.

He was observing the corpse of the "Champion of Boxing~lightnovelpub.net~" who was wearing a blood-stained mask and was enslaved by Peter Pan.

He is taller than Ralph McIntosh, but his movements are much slower, and his fists are not as powerful as the "New Testament champion" of the year.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the priest muttered something that no one at the scene could hear clearly.

But that sentence could not escape Sean's ears:

"The steps are very amateur."

"If it were twenty years ago...

"I can knock you out in the first round."

Saying so, Taro stood still and repositioned his fist.

Those eyes were the same as the young boxer who stood up again after being knocked down by Ralph McIntosh in the Folle Gym in New York City twenty years ago.