Kiozan had been frustrated for days. His favorite training spot was starting to stink; grime on the mats, dust in the corners, and a foul smell clinging to the locker room like a bad memory. But when he walked in today after a few days away for training, it was like a new place. Clean, sharp, fresh. Even the sweat in the air felt earned and the equipment looked like it had been scrubbed down by someone who gave a damn.

He asked around, and that’s when he heard: a new janitor had started. Strong, quiet, efficient. Some of the sumo wrestlers joked that this janitor could probably step into the ring and give someone a run for their money.

Naturally, Kiozan had to see for himself.