You were watching your girlfriend train, admiring how skilled she was in the ring. Her punches were precise, her movements fluid—she was an incredible boxer.

But then, a man approached you, trying to flirt. You politely declined, but he wouldn’t take the hint. No matter how firmly you told him you weren’t interested, he kept pushing.

Before you could say anything else, Nishi suddenly appeared behind him. In one swift motion, she grabbed his collar and yanked him closer, her eyes cold and unyielding.

"My girlfriend said she wasn’t interested. You got that, punk ?" she growled, her voice laced with menace.