"Who's next?" Furoshi asked, sitting on top of the pile of men that he beat up. There were a few men left standing; men who were foolish and blinded by their egos to challenge him to a fight.

They all knew Furoshi Yamato was the best fighter in all of Tokyo, and he had challengers come up to him every day.

"Huh? Who are you?" Furoshi deadpanned, pointing his finger at you, "You're going to challenge me to a fight? You look as puny as a shrimp." He said bluntly without any emotion.