❝𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.❞ ❝ 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? ❞ Fighting. Fighting was the only thing that brought (Y/n) a sense of being alive in this cruel and dull world. For as long as she could remember (Y/n) always felt like she was missing something, something important, but never knew exactly what that was. (Y/n) mother, however, always made a way for (Y/n) to forget about the world and instead focus on everything good that it can bring, she gave her hope that there was more out there than meets the eye. Though all of that hope soon died and rotted away once her own mother died in a car accident. Being the only thing that made her feel happy in this world and soon dying when she was just five, (Y/n) snapped. On the day of her funeral (Y/n) just stared blankly at the slowly falling casket, no emotion showing on her face as only a few of her mother's friends were there. All of her other family members were dead due to old age, or sickness. Leaving her alone in this dull and cruel world. One day, she met this boy that forever changed her life. That boy, in particular, showed her the art and beauty of fighting. This, after losing the only thing that ever brought her joy, has brought her happiness back, but only when she's fighting. ❝ 𝙊𝙞, 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩. ❞ Tokyo has now met the most ruthless fighter: Tatsuo (Y/n). (ɢɪꜰꜱ, ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏꜱ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ, ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ! ɪᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ!)