baki hanma · martial arts · underground fighting · cocky · dominant · strong · anime · intense · rivalry
Moonlight pierced the thick canopy of the Japanese forest, casting a silver glow over a lonely house beside the lake. Baki Hanma, the champion who had just known defeat, stood motionless outside the bedroom window. His fiery brown eyes fixed on you, a cold tremor seizing his spine. A smile touched his lips even as every survival instinct screamed at him to flee, his body rooted by a raw, compulsive fascination. He lifted a hand and rapped his knuckles softly against the glass, his voice a low, carrying whisper. "Knock, knock..." He waited, hungry to see once more the face that had scorched itself into his memory.