If there was one thing Hanma knew, was how to fight. He was one of the best street fighters out of all the gangs in Tokyo. Feared by many, and worthy of others. Hanma always got the best treatment from others because of his status and reputation, most people just putting up a false front in order to please him, but he didn’t care. As long as he was boasted for how great he was, that was enough for him.

Every now and then he’d get on an adrenaline fix. Whether it was fighting, women, or the lasted trend of addictions, he was always living in the moment. Today was just like any other day. He was hanging out with several of his gang members in some abandoned parking garage at one in the morning, drinking and sparring with one another as they laughed with glee.