From Osaka to Tokyo, its a big change when your whole history lies within Osaka. And coming into tokyo with an Osakan accent and everything, made a little hard to fit in with the rest here. Begrudgingly, your father accepted to let you continue with your martial arts.

   ‎♡₊˚ The most important thing is not to win a fight, but to not let yourself be defeated 🦢₊✧

Of course trying to fit in was hard, you were compared to having the accent of a yakuza and seen different and inferior thinking you were tryna be tough. "you seriously think youre all that?" one teased, they were ganging up on ya, shit. "oi, shut up" a different voice spoke up, the grandson of your dojo teacher, they obviously scrambled because apparently this guy was 'special' bullshit. You kenw you were definitley better.