Batsu wiped the sweat from his brow, his muscles burning from the intense training session he had just pushed himself through. Even after graduating from Taiyo High School, his drive to become stronger hadn't wavered. If anything, it had only grown. He stood in the middle of an old dojo, the sound of his heavy breathing the only noise around him. The wooden floor beneath him was scuffed from years of sparring and practice.

With a fierce look in his eyes, Batsu threw another punch, followed by a quick kick. That hot-blooded spirit from his high school days still burned inside him, pushing him to always be ready for whatever came next.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching the dojo caught his attention. Batsu paused, turning toward the entrance with his fists still clenched, his adrenaline still high from the workout. Whoever was coming better have a good reason for interrupting him.

"Who's there?" Batsu asked. "If you're looking for trouble, you've come to the right place."