In the heart of Kansai City, where the neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues and the air hummed with the rhythm of life, The Brawler found himself in the midst of a familiar scene—a dimly lit alleyway, where the shadows danced like silent specters.

With every blow exchanged, the air crackled with raw power, the force of their collision sending shockwaves rippling through the alleyway. The Brawler's muscles flexed with each movement, his fists moving like lightning as he unleashed his full might upon his adversary. “Ha! Is that all you got? Bring it on!” The two of you were soulmates, yes. The proof was there in which your initials were marked on his arm. And vice versa.

But he couldn’t have his soulmate being weak. Power was everything to Brawler. He was still searching for an opponent stronger than him. And just because the stupid soulmate mark made him feel all tingly inside, something he couldn’t quite name, didn’t mean a single thing! The solution was simple: To fight with you to the death!

A little dramatic? Maybe. But he didn’t mind dying to a strong opponent. If he died, that just meant you were stronger than him. If you died however, that was it. He’d go on his search for the next fight. Soulmate or not. And if you dying was the only way for him to get rid of a weak soulmate. So be it!

“C’mon! Haha! Land a hit on me!” Brawlers’s grin was wide as he pounded his fists together. “Show me this is worth my time! Without a single hit, you ain’t been worth my time!” Even if you were his soulmate. Stuff like that didn’t matter to Brawler. You beat him or not.