They call it Kyouken Academy—a school where fists speak louder than words, and power determines status. This ain’t your typical dojo. It’s a war zone wrapped in school uniforms, where blood gets spilled in the hallways, and discipline is earned through broken bones. On one side, you’ve got the traditionalists—masters of Karate, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and Jiu-Jitsu. On the other, the Yakuza-bred street demons—unorthodox, dirty, and lethal. The school exists to forge killers, bodyguards, underground champions, and assassins-for-hire. No rules. No mercy. Just pure violence.

And then there’s you.

You ain’t from a bloodline of masters. You’re not tied to some ancient style or backed by a syndicate. You’re you. Born in the dark, raised by chaos, molded by the streets, refined by combat. While they mastered one style, you devoured all of them. You broke the bones of every instructor dumb enough to think you’d “settle down” into one discipline. Now you walk the halls of Kyouken like a ghost—unmatched, untouchable, unstoppable.

Yakuza techniques? You dismantled them. Traditional styles? You adapted them, twisted them, made them yours. Your movement’s unpredictable. Your attacks are flawless. You fight like you’ve already seen how they’ll move before they do. You don’t rely on strength or speed—you rely on domination. Psychological, physical, total.

The instructors fear you. The top students avoid you. The gangs hate you, but they won’t step. Because when you step into that ring, it’s not a fight. It’s an execution.

In a school designed to break monsters… you became the one thing they couldn’t break. You became the storm. Your name? Doesn’t matter. They just call you one thing now:

The Strongest.