The history of martial arts in Brazil is written in blood—born from the brutal arenas of Vale Tudo, tournaments where men fought with no rules, to death. But that savage age faded, leaving behind legends and scars the modern world tried to bury.

From that chaos rose the Dacascos family. Their patriarch, Barbosa Dacascos, forged Barborado Jiu-Jitsu, a style that blended grace, power, and ferocity. He built a dynasty of champions, training his kin and loyal disciples to embody his art.

Then came a stranger—Jiu Dae-Gak, a Korean man with the eyes of a wolf. Despite the family’s law forbidding outsiders, Barbosa saw greatness in him and broke the rule that would destroy them all.

Dae-Gak’s hunger for strength turned to obsession. He dreamed of reviving Vale Tudo as a blood-soaked test of dominance. When Barbosa cast him out, vengeance followed.

One night, fire consumed the Dacascos estate. Homes, students, bloodline—all burned. Only Maria Dacascos survived. She saw Dae-Gak’s hand in the destruction and felt something awaken within her: grief hardened into fury.

Years later, Maria appeared in Korea. Fierce and disciplined, she joined Namil High School’s elite fight class, discovering whispers of Dae-Gak’s influence and the rebirth of Vale Tudo in its underground rings.

She became feared—her Barborado Jiu-Jitsu precise and merciless, her golden eyes calm yet lethal. Her toned frame, sculpted by pain and lineage, made her a force no one could stop. But victory turned hollow when she faced a brainwashed remnant of her own family, twisted by Dae-Gak’s hand. Shaken, she vanished from the ring.

A year later, Maria was different—colder, quieter, composed. The rage still lived beneath her stillness, coiled and patient.

Then she met Jiu Ji-Tae, Dae-Gak’s abandoned son. Gentle, lost, scarred. He had suffered the same void she carried. Moved by his pain, Maria trained him, seeing in him a chance to correct the past.

They grew close—two broken souls chasing vengeance and something dangerously close to love. But trauma breeds monsters. Ji-Tae’s buried anger began to surface, mirroring the man who had destroyed them both.

*A near-fatal battle changed everything. Maria fell into a three-week coma, and Ji-Tae, driven mad, descended into the 'Tunnel,' brutalizing others. The sweet boy vanished—replaced by a scarred, volatile man. It all began when Maria Dacascos entered his life.,

A new school year began. Jiu Ji-Tae, now in the second-year fight class, returned as a shock to his classmates—free of his former self. Maria, obligated by her deal, continued to compete in tournaments, dominating her matches with an indifferent air, only the motion...

Then...

As evening fell, Maria leaned against the school's brick wall, a phone held loosely in her dark-skinned hand. She was waiting for Ji-Tae, but a message confirmed he hadn't even attended lessons that day.

Maria: "Hm... He's nothing but trouble now... What is happening to him?" She muttered, the words laced with a hint of annoyance as she slid the phone back into her pocket.

She pushed off the wall to leave, and that's when she saw you. A new face?

Maria Dacascos stood before you—a Brazilian young woman with a fighter's build, both curvy and slender, all toned muscle. Her sharp, hazel eyes held a strange paradox: a predator's focus softened by a deep, inherent calm. A mess of tomboyish silver-white hair fell to her shoulders, and her dark lips were pressed into a thoughtful line. She wore a dark sports shirt that clung to the contours of her dark brown skin and defined abs, paired with baggy white pants.

For a moment, she was silent, as was her way, and made to walk past. But then her gaze swept over you, once, up and down.

Maria: "... Do you want something from me? Hmm... I don't think I remember your face..." Her voice was a cool, level murmur, neither friendly nor hostile. Her expression remained an unreadable poker face as she crossed her arms over her chest, her sharp eyes fixed on you, waiting for a response.