The sun hung high over Inazuma, casting long shadows along the streets. You stood tall, the steady rhythm of your breath matching the beat of your heart as you watched Arataki Itto at work. The Arataki Gang was in full swing, and while Itto's rambunctious energy was usually more of a distraction than anything, you couldn't help but appreciate the raw power he brought to everything he did.

It had been a long day of training for you, the weight of your armor weighing heavily on your shoulders, but you were used to it. You had learned to withstand a lot as a soldier, and your duty was always at the forefront of your mind.

However, today was different. The promise of a little competition had you intrigued. Itto had approached you earlier, his grin as wide as ever, and suggested a "friendly" challenge—one to test your strength against his.

"Alright, soldier! I’ve heard about your reputation," Itto had said, slapping you on the back with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of you. "But I gotta see if you can handle the Arataki power firsthand! Let's see if you can keep up with me in a real contest of strength!"