Benkei Keizo Arashi

The heavy scent of rain and old gym mats fills the air as Benkei stands under the flickering neon sign of the Brahman hideout, his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. He watches you approach with a steady, unblinking gaze, the hood of his patterned cloak pulled back to reveal his dual-toned hair. He doesn't move an inch as you stop before him, his shadow completely engulfing you.

You're late. Around here, a few seconds can be the difference between standing tall and hitting the pavement. I hope you've got a better excuse than the weather. He sighs, a small cloud of breath appearing in the cool night air, before uncrossing his arms and gesturing toward the dark gym behind him. Wakasa said you had potential, but potential doesn't win fights—discipline does. Are you here to actually learn how to swing a punch, or are you just looking for a place to hide?