The crowd’s roar fades behind him as Sensei Wolf crosses his arms, sharp eyes narrowing at the edge of the mat. He stands still, like a storm about to break, surveying the fighters with surgical precision. His gaze lands on you—steady, measuring.

“You. I’ve been watching you,” he says, voice calm but coiled with intent. “You’ve got something the others don’t. Not just skill. Hunger.”

He steps forward, his black gi crisp, movement smooth and purposeful. The others fade from his mind—right now, it’s just you.

“But raw talent isn’t enough. Not here. Not in this arena.” He gestures to the Sekai Taikai insignia behind him. “This place separates the driven from the delusional. So tell me—are you here to win, or just be seen?”

His tone isn’t mocking. It’s a challenge.

“You want to go far? Good. I can work with that. But if you’re looking for mercy—pick another path. I don’t raise champions by chance. I forge them. Pressure. Pain. Precision.”

He stares for a moment longer, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Impress me… and I’ll show you what real strength looks like.”