Chi-Chi squeezed her eyelids shut, but the afterimage was burned into the retina, a pulsing wall of white static that refused to fade.
Reflexive tears streamed down her cheeks, not from emotion, but from the searing irritation of the optic nerve.
She raised her forearms, groping for a horizon that was no longer there.
She never felt the wind of the approach.
Tien stepped into the opening.
He didn't aim for the body; he aimed for the lever. His boot snapped upward, connecting cleanly with the point of her chin.
The impact forced her jaw shut with a violent click, rattling the base of her skull.
The floor vanished.
She was airborne, cast adrift in a void of pure brightness.
Without visual reference, her inner ear failed. Up and down became theoretical concepts.
Then, reality reasserted itself through pain.
Something dense and unyielding drove into her left side. She gasped, the oxygen forced out of her bruised ribs, but she couldn't see the limb that had struck her.
She tried to curl inward, to protect her vital organs, but the momentum wouldn't allow it.
Before her spine could adjust to the curve, a heavy mass slammed into her lumbar vertebrae from behind.
Her back arched violently.
She was being juggled.
Chi-Chi lashed out, a desperate backfist, a kick at the empty air. Her knuckles cut through nothing.
Every time she extended a limb to find him, Tien punished the exposure, striking the unprotected gaps in her defense.
"Gah! Ungh!"
Chi-Chi gasped, helpless against the invisible assault.
Down on the sidelines, the group watched.
"That's nasty, she can't defend herself at all. If she can't see him, she's just a punching bag up there!" Krillin grimaced, gripping the wall.
"It's the Solar Flare." Roshi said, his voice tight with worry.
"It's a Crane School technique that uses Ki to amplify light sources. It blinds the opponent completely for a short time. Against someone like Tien, being blind for even a few seconds is a death sentence."
Goku, however, was watching closely, his eyes narrowing.
"It's a smart move, he knew he couldn't beat her in a straight-up exchange of blows because of her air-pressure attacks. So, he took away her ability to aim."
...
Tien Shinhan spun in mid-air, delivering a crushing roundhouse kick to Chi-Chi's side. The impact folded her in half and sent her hurtling toward the edge of the ring.
She hit the tiles hard, tumbling uncontrollably toward the grass.
But just as her boots hung over the abyss, Chi-Chi jammed her fingers into the cracks of the tiles. With a screech of friction, she ground to a halt, her heels dangling precariously off the edge of the arena.
She was safe—by inches.
Tien landed in the center of the ring, folding his arms. He looked at her teetering on the edge, impressed by her tenacity.
"Your instincts are commendable. However..."
He took a slow, menacing step forward.
"...the effects of the Solar Flare will last for several more seconds. In a battle of this caliber, five seconds is an eternity. Is that not more than enough time for me to toss you out like a bag of trash?"
Chi-Chi knelt on the edge of the ring, her hands clutching her burning eyes. The world was still a wash of painful, blinding white.
Don't panic.
She told herself, forcing her breathing to slow down despite the stinging pain.
I can't see him... but seeing isn't everything.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in her mind.
She remembered climbing Korin Tower a second time. She had gone back to perfect what she had started.
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A blindfolded Chi-Chi stood on the railing of Korin's sanctuary. The small white cat, Master Korin, stood in front of her, holding his wooden staff.
WHACK!
"Ouch!" Chi-Chi yelped, rubbing her head.
"You are still trying to look through the blindfold! You rely too much on your eyes, girl! Eyes can be deceived."
WHACK!
"Stop trying to see me! Feel the displacement of the air! Feel my spirit before I even move! Until you can fight in total darkness, you cannot call yourself a master!"
I remember. I don't need my eyes.
Korin sat on the railing, grooming his paw, watching Chi-Chi stand still with the cloth tied tightly around her eyes.
"You have a unique gift, Chi-Chi, you treat the air like a weapon. You condense it, you throw it, you use it to crush your foes. In that regard, you are already an exceptional fighter. Perhaps better than anyone I have seen in a long time."
Chi-Chi stood still, listening.
"But you are still missing the other half of the coin."
Korin walked circles around her, his footsteps silent.
"You command the wind, but you do not listen to it."
He poked her leg with his staff.
"Don't just push the air. Be the wind. Feel the wind of your enemies."
"Feel their wind?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Exactly, matter cannot occupy the same space. When a warrior strikes, no matter how fast they are, they must push the atmosphere out of their way to move. They create a wake. A ripple."
He suddenly swung his staff at her head. Chi-Chi didn't move, and he stopped it an inch from her ear.
"To the eyes, a fast punch might be invisible, but to the wind? It screams. You would be surprised by just how much noise a silent fist makes before it ever touches you. Once you learn to hear that noise... you will never need your eyes again."
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Chi-Chi rose from her crouch. She didn't wipe the tears from her shut eyes. She simply let her arms hang loose, surrendering her stance entirely.
Tien slowed his approach. The absolute lack of defense was more unnerving than a raised fist. It wasn't surrender; it was a void.
"Standing up? Have you accepted your defeat? Or are you simply making it easier for me to finish this?"
He didn't wait for an answer.
He dashed forward.
"It's over!"
Swish.
She didn't raise a hand. She didn't step back.
Chi-Chi drifted to the left.
It wasn't a dodge; it was as if the space she occupied simply shifted.
Tien's hand sliced through the air where her neck had been before, meeting no resistance, not even the brush of skin.
Tien's momentum carried him past her. His eyes narrowed.
"What?"
He pivoted on the ball of his foot, whipping a high kick toward her.
Chi-Chi didn't cower.
She flowed downward, sinking just enough for the heel to carve the empty air above her scalp.
She moved like smoke caught in a draft, effortless, weightless, and impossible to grasp.
I can feel it, your spirit... it pushes the air before you even move. It's too loud.
"Tch!" Tien spat, his third eye widening in disbelief.
He reset his stance and unleashed the storm.
He didn't hold back.
His fists became jabs, hooks, uppercuts, executed with the flawless form of the Crane School. It was an assault designed to crush anyone.
But Chi-Chi, rooted to a small circle of tiles, swayed.
She leaned right, and a straight punch grazed the fine hairs on her cheek.
She twisted her hips, and a knee strike passed through the vacuum where her stomach had been.
She dipped her head, and a spinning heel kick slashed the air above her, the wind of it rattling her earrings.
"How?!" Tien roared, his composure cracking.
To the crowd, it was hypnotic.
Tien was a raging fire, consuming everything in his path. Chi-Chi was the water flowing around the stone, untouchable, formless, and maddeningly serene.
But to Chi-Chi, in her world of darkness, Tien was practically screaming his intentions.
Too loud, she thought calmly.
Every time he snaps his arm, he pushes a wave of air ahead of him.
The faster he tries to go, the more turbulence he creates. He's making it easier for me.
She wove through his assault with liquid grace.
She wasn't just reacting; she was flowing into the empty spaces his movements created.
Tien was leading with brute force, and she was following with perfect harmony.
"Impossible..." Tien gasped, his stamina beginning to drain as he punched nothing but air.
He threw a punch aimed at her collarbone.
Chi-Chi didn't even lift her arms to block; she simply rotated her shoulder a few inches back, and the chop missed her skin by a hair's breadth.
Tien stumbled forward, his momentum carried by the missed strike. He pulled back, staring at the blind girl with a mixture of horror and awe.
"I can't... I can't touch her." Tien muttered, sweat dripping into his eyes.
My attacks are sharp. My speed is superior. But she flows around them before they even arrive.
He watched as she settled back into her relaxed stance, the wind gently blowing her hair.
"It's not just speed." Tien realized, his voice trembling slightly.
She isn't fighting the attack... she's riding the current of it. It's like trying to punch a ghost... she's moving exactly like the wind.
"I can hear the wind, but more than that... I can feel your Ki. It's radiating off you like a bonfire. You couldn't hide from me even if you wanted to."
She shifted her weight, the soles of her boots scraping against the tiles.
"And don't think for a second that I intend to stay on the defensive forever."
Before Tien could process her words, Chi-Chi kicked off the ground.
DASH.
She sprinted straight toward him, closing the distance with terrifying speed. Her eyes remained tightly shut, her face calm and focused, yet she moved with the sureness of a predator.
Tien's third eye twitched.
"You're attacking me head-on? Blind? You arrogant little—"
He planted his feet, drawing his right fist back. He timed her approach perfectly. He could see her every movement. She was running right into his kill zone.
As Chi-Chi entered his striking range, Tien unleashed a devastating straight punch aimed right between her eyes.
SWISH.
His fist connected—but there was no impact. No sound of bone breaking. No resistance.
Tien's fist passed cleanly through Chi-Chi's head.
"What?!"
The image of Chi-Chi shimmered and dissolved into thin air like smoke.
"Afterimage?!" Tien gasped, his momentum carrying him forward through the fading illusion.
She created a decoy right in front of my face?!
Before Tien could even turn his head, a sharp, hardened elbow drove violently into his upper spine.
"G-Guh!"
Tien arched his back, stumbling forward from the impact.
The air was knocked out of him, but his instincts as a warrior kicked in instantly. Ignoring the pain, he spun around on one heel, whipping his leg out in a back kick aimed at her head, trying to catch her before she could retreat.
Chi-Chi stood her ground, raising her left forearm like an iron bar.
THUD.
She checked his kick effortlessly, absorbing the blow. With a fluid motion of her wrist, she shoved his leg aside, knocking him off balance and leaving his entire right side exposed.
Chi-Chi lifted her right knee high into the air. To Tien, and everyone watching, it looked like the setup for a standard front snap kick aimed directly at his exposed ribs.
He immediately dropped his elbow and tightened his oblique muscles, bracing for a heavy impact to his midsection.
He was ready to tank the hit and grab her leg.
But the impact never came to his ribs.
At the very last second, just as her leg reached the apex of the extension, Chi-Chi twisted her hips sharply.
Her knee remained high, but her foot didn't snap forward, it whipped up and over in a grotesque, flexible arc.
The trajectory of the kick changed instantly, transforming from a frontal assault into a downward, chopping roundhouse that curved over Tien's lowered guard.
SMACK.
Her instep slammed into the side of Tien Shinhan's neck with the force of a baseball bat.
"Wh—?!"
Tien's eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second. His defense had been completely bypassed. The sheer unpredictability of the technique sent a collective gasp through the audience.
"Did you see that?!" Yamcha shouted, leaning over the wall.
"She feinted a front kick and turned it into a high kick mid-air! How are her hips that flexible?!"
"It's a question mark kick!" Krillin yelled.
"She tricked him completely!"
Tien staggered sideways, his equilibrium shattered, clutching his neck as he tried to comprehend how he had just been hit.
Chi-Chi landed softly on the tiles, her breathing steady and controlled. She stood motionless for a beat, then slowly, deliberately, she lifted her eyelids.
The blinding white haze had faded, replaced by the vivid colors of the grass, the sky, and the angry red mark on Tien Shinhan's neck.
"Finally," she murmured, blinking a few times to clear the last spots from her vision. She locked her gaze onto Tien, her dark eyes sharp and focused once more.
"It looks like your time is up, Tien." she said coolly, crossing her arms.
"The Solar Flare has worn off. You had total advantage—an opponent who couldn't see a thing—and you still couldn't finish me. In fact, you're the one who ended up taking damage."
Tien rubbed his throbbing neck, his face twisting into a scowl.
The pain was sharp, but the sting to his pride was far worse.
"You..." Tien growled, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.