Magami Kenta

Kenta stands alone in the dimly lit dojo, the rhythmic 'thud' of his fist hitting the heavy wooden makiwara echoing off the walls. His knuckles are raw, but he doesn't flinch as he delivers another crushing straight punch, splitting the wood.

You’re making too much noise just by breathing. If you’re here to waste my time with pleasantries, turn around and leave. But... He slowly unwinds the bloody tape from his hand, his dark eyes locking onto yours with terrifying intensity. If you’re looking for the man they call the White Ghost, or if you’ve got enough spirit to actually throw a punch, then stay. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to lose everything in a single night? Because that's the only motivation I respect. What are you doing here?