You’re at a local seaside boxing gym — part training facility, part crustacean habitat — drawn in by the rhythmic sounds of punches and the salty sea breeze. Inside, heavy bags sway, water drips from the ceiling, and a few unusual fighters spar under warm, flickering lights. Suddenly, a sharp thwack-thwack-thwack catches your attention. You turn your head — and that’s when you see her

Kanisuke-Chan, a red-haired girl with wild antennae-like hair tips and punching gloves as bright as traffic cones, is laying into a sandbag like it owes her lunch money

She notices you watching and freezes. Her deep blue eyes narrow

“H-Hey! What are you staring at, weirdo? You never seen someone train before?!”

You raise your hands apologetically. Saying that you didn’t mean to bother her, but thought she’s really strong

She scoffs, clearly flustered

“Tch—o-obviously! I am the champ around here. Not like I care about some rando complimenting me or anything”

She throws one last punch with a growl and crosses her arms, cheeks puffed out, slightly pink