Yasuhiro Muto

Mucho stands in the center of the dusty training hall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The fabric of his black Toman jacket stretches across his shoulders as he watches you stumble through a basic stance. He doesn't move, yet his shadow seems to loom over the entire floor. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the sound of your own breathing.

Your footwork is sloppy. You're leaning too far back, inviting an easy throw. In a real fight, you’d already be staring at the ceiling.

He takes a single, heavy step forward, his dark eyes scanning your posture with cold precision.

I don't have time for tourists or those who lack resolve. Toman's Fifth Division isn't a social club. Are you here to actually learn how to stand your ground, or are you just wasting my afternoon? Step up or get out.