Defying Natural Order With DeoxyriboNucleic Acid

Taking the opportunity is my specialty!

Currently, my legs are against my ċhėst, and I'm holding both of his legs with a hand.

I am prepared enough, just bȧrėly so, but I don't have so much time, and I decide right now is good enough. It's time!

I suddenly roll backward as fast as I can, using my hands as support, keeping my legs against my body.

I trust my opponent's legs to be strong enough to hold my weight, in what seems to be a meager attempt from me to get him to the ground. After all, what could I do against a trained expert with such obviously low-quality moves?

And I need that confidence! Be confident!

The quick spin, helped by gravity pushing the heavier half of my body down quickly, was over in a flash, almost enough to surprise myself too.

My skull is now bȧrėly a few centimeters above ground, and I'm upside down, my legs fully retracted and using my hands to pull myself.

Only one thing to do now, letting my head hit the ground, and hitting with all my strength to his groin!

What I've done so far isn't the end of my plan too!

All the force I used previously to pull myself up was actually to pull them in and force him to use a non-negligible amount of force to push them towards the outside.

Now that his ground is in immediate danger, even if he has the reflex to react, it's too late to inverse the direction, as I stopped pulling towards the inside!

Instead, I'm pulling down while pushing towards the outside! It is the sole reason I'm holding my weight with my neck right now!

I feel both like a kid and an actual ninja when my feet connect with his ground, but I am pretty proud of showing the world that I am the best!

If that doesn't get me Scheme synchronized, I don't know what will!

My opponent's legs lose strength, becoming like jelly, and he falls to the ground.

I'm a bit sad he doesn't let go of his grip on his knife, but when I stand up, I'm savoring the filing of rising among the fallen.

Literally.

I wanted to go make myself some hot chocolate, for lack of coffee, to fully enjoy my victory.

It would've been a pŀėȧsurė to spectate and comment not-so-silently a man losing his children. With billions of them dying silently, without the time to take up arms, not unlike some change out their whole future family tree after NNN1 finishes.

I would've done that, gladly.

...

Wait...

Is he really a human? Even those monsters who can break bricks with their heads every Monday for breakfast are sensible to that level of pain!

There was a reaction of pain for a while, but this is literally the greatest pain in the world!

And even then, it's not a question of pain resistance or frame of mind, the signals going through the nearby nerves should be strong enough to drown out anything else!

Any man would lose all control of their legs! It's biologically impossible!

Any fuċkɨnġ man! No doubt about it!

-...

Wait, now that I think about it, I'm not wearing shoes, so how come I didn't feel much of a bump?

No no, this is impossible!

It couldn't be?

No wonder I didn't get it synchronized, if this could be considered a Scheme, it would be that of the villain of a fetishist hėntȧɨ with unrealistic biology!

Though, this is already unrealistic enough. Women's parts are many times less sėnsɨtɨvė than men's, but getting up only a few seconds about being hit is tantamount to finishing a Marathon first and going for a second while waiting for the second place to arrive, refusing any kind of drink as the moisture in the air is enough for you to stay hydrated!

But beyond that, one matter is more important, and way more shocking about what just happened.

Looking at her getting up, can it be possible for a woman to look so... manly?

A Eunuch maybe?

Now that I have experienced it personally, though, I'm pretty sure I can't lie to myself much more.

It was definitely softer than bone, but less bumpy than male... genitals.

If I have no choice but to accept means, that doesn't mean I can't just avoid thinking about it at all!

Anyway, I'm pretty annoyed right now.

I could've taken the time to rest and have a drink, but instead, here I am against menaced by a knife.

Fuck you!

She's standing now, but she's holding on to the left wall and her legs still look jealous. Not jealous of the stability of mine, though they are definitely, but jealous as in acting as a jelly-like material.

I would love to have something to throw to her right now, but I guess I'll stick with hand-to-hand combat.

That makes three menaces eliminated. Two legs and one arm.

Just in case... Slow! Slow!

She's using her right hand to hold onto the wall, so I use Slow on her left hand and leg.

The reasoning is simple. I don't know how many skill points I have left, and now that I have real-life problems, I have to keep some points for emergencies.

So I'm limiting the number of points I need to block to make it easy to bully her into submission. Wait it sounds wrong now that I know she's a girl... Let's just ignore it as well.

I'm just going to shamelessly attack her from the side I blocked. 

The fact that she's holding by the wall on her right means it is actually her weaker side right now. Blocking the left side which could be used otherwise will make it even harder to defend than if she was in her normal state.

Really, though, I still can't believe it.

Can we just say she's a eunuch? If you know, you know. If you don't, you don't want to know, you're too pure.. Funny though, how the timing is perfect for the release.