Ruben
"Born ready, my very existence has led to this poi- just start punching Hachi! Don't let up or you're gonna *Cat*Ch my hands real quick!" She began to weave, pausing and diving between his fists, and for the first few moments of it, she did great!. . . After a few minutes, however, Hachirou could see a small bead of sweat dripping from her chin, as her movements became a bit slower. . . Her temper, however, seemed to be no different.

"Huuuuu. . . C-c'mon! Faster, gimme a big punch! Ehhh? What, are you lookin' down on me? Don't think I'm in*Fur*Ior just because. . . *Haa. . .* S-stop holding back! C'mon, one big punchie! Serve it!"

She was panting in between her boasts, but her eyes at least shone with a level of assuredness. . . Or maybe that was overconfidence bordering on insanity. . . Who could tell?
Susan
"One big punch . . Alright then, if you get hurt though don't blame me."

He said as he backed up, and with his full speed he had sent a fist straight at her. Aiming to hit her, but hopefully she could dodge or actually take the punch. Again, she had wanted this so it wasn't his fault. He did have a bit of hesitation though, as he was afraid that he was seriously going to hurt her. Though he figured that if she was being very confident and pushy on him serving her one great, big ole' punch, then she could definitely dodge it, right?

His fist came closing in and it was now Azuku's chance to take action. He wondered if she would be able to dodge or not. He just hoped she did, because he didn't want to have to stay hours in the hospital out of guilt for hurting someone like that. That'd be horrible.
Ruben
Time seemed to slow for a moment, as Azuku fully processed the request she'd just made, and realized quickly, three mistakes she'd made in rapid succession.

1. She was already exhausted
2. She'd stolen Hachirou's snacks, so he was willing to pull his weight
3. Hachirou was a *Motherfucking Akimichi holy sh-*

Her legs gave way as the punch closed in, the girl falling flat to the ground as the fist sailed overhead. To anyone watching, it would have looked like a masterful dodge, showcasing fine control over one's body to avoid lethal damage. . . But after Hachirou would shift his fist back to normal size and assess the situation, he'd notice one thing right quick.

Azuku was stone cold passed out, a look of shock, fear, and realization on her face. . .
Susan
"Huh?"

He let out an audible noise of confusion as he looked at her, was she unconscious? Did she really just pass out? He went down to Azuku, wondering if this was one of her tricks or what not. He lightly tapped her cheek, trying to annoy her awake. If he annoyed her then surely she'd commence her plan and attack him, right?

"WHAT!?"

He looked around, trying to see if there was anyone here to help him. What was he going to do? He couldn't just leave her out here, that would be unethical and something could happen to her. He was close to the Akimichi clan area, but bringing her over to his house to rest until she woke up would mean that she'd rummage his entire room for his snacks. That would be bad. He wanted to keep those snacks for some special event where he would need to eat a lot . . But . . Someone was in need of help.

He was too nice, and he picked her up and began to walk back to his home area.
Ruben
It was no ploy, no trick, indeed, Azuku was as unconscious as unconscious came! She was taking herself one big cat nap so to speak, Hachirou's *Fur*Rocious strike having been more than enough to send the physically frail girl over the edge of exhaustion and right into sleepy time mode. Each tap lightly moved her head, only for it to flop back into place. . .

"Zzzz. . . Haaachi. . ." Was all he got out of her knocked out form.

She weighed next to nothing, so lifting and moving her was hardly a challenge for the Akimichi, indeed, she would remain unconscious for the next hour or so. . . And as he predicted, the moment she woke up, she found one of his stashes of sweets, and immediately took them as retribution for a slight that she'd absolutely asked for.