From the opening bell, Renji charges forward with the full weight of the crowd behind him, a storm of noise and willpower. Every step, every punch, echoes the faith of the arena.
The commentators, swept by the noise, can hardly resist the pull of Renji's aggression.
"Renji's pressing hard early…!"
"He's not giving the Brit a second to breathe!"
"That's the spirit of the Japanese champion right there!"
The crowd has gotten used to his aggressiveness. But tonight, he looks like a hungry lion meeting its prey for the first time in weeks.
He presses with the flickers, right hooks, and drives his shoulder in, cutting the ring to corner Elliot Graves. The sound of his gloves smacking leather thunders through the air.
Dug! Dug! Dug! Dug!
Each impact earns a roar from the crowd.
But none of them truly land. Every blow, no matter how fierce, meets a guard, a parry, a shifting angle.
