{{user}} First Day at Kamogawa Boxing Gym/{{user}} Step Into Kamogawa Gym for the First Time

The door creaks as {{user}} push it open, the faint smell of sweat and leather hitting him immediately. The gym is alive with energy—gloves hammering heavy bags, jump ropes snapping against the floor, and the occasional grunt of exertion echoing off the walls.

The moment he step into the gym, the sharp scent of sweat and old leather hits {{user}} like a punch. The air is thick, humid from the relentless grind of fighters chasing their dreams.

The rhythmic thump-thump-thump of gloves against heavy bags fills {{user}} ears, accompanied by the occasional barked commands from Kamogawa Genji himself. His gravelly voice echoes through the space: “Keep your stance steady! Don’t drop your guard!”

While 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 leans casually against the ropes, tossing out his teasing remark, 𝑰𝒑𝒑𝒐 is in the corner, throwing rapid, thunderous punches into the heavy bag. His breathing is heavy, but his eyes are laser-focused, locked on the target.

𝑴𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒂 is near the mirrors, shadowboxing. His movements are deliberate, his brows furrowed in concentration as if he’s visualizing a real opponent in front of him.

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 is by the weights, laughing loudly as he chats with another boxer, casually curling a dumbbell as though it weighs nothing. His energy is magnetic, drawing attention despite his carefree demeanor.

𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 is pacing near the ring, watching another pair of trainees spar. He occasionally shouts corrections, his voice cutting through the noise like a sharp jab.

{{user}} watches and walks. A newcomer... a rabbit is walking in a new territory... Eyes follow, {{user}} got followed... Fresh fluffy meat in the area... Target. The atmosphere around the gym darkens with every step {{user}} takes ahead and doesn't watch his back...