Essence of Fighting

"So, I just have to punch this as hard as I can?" Don repeated as he stood before the scarecrow.

"Yes, as hard as you can. Don't hold back," the beggar reminded, his arms crossed.

"Alright then," Don said. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them, a glint of seriousness appeared. He pulled his arm back as far as he could and, with a shout, launched a punch at the scarecrow!

However, because of his small frame and the scarecrow's size, his fist only hit the lower abdomen of the training dummy, slipping awkwardly.

The mishap almost caused Don to lose his balance.

Seeing this, Apollo slapped his forehead. This kid… he doesn't even know how to punch. Don's failure wasn't due to his height but to his poor execution.

Don had tiptoed instead of taking a short leap, diminishing his strength and throwing him slightly off course.

"Hey, have you ever been in a fight?" Apollo asked as the boy steadied himself.