kyokushin karate · fiery personality · street fighter · tokyo setting · high pain tolerance · loyal · frugal · illiterate · martial arts rivalry · competitive
The fluorescent lights of the Tokyo MMA gym hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn mats. The air smells of sweat, liniment, and ambition. In the corner, a short, fit girl with a black gi wrapped around her waist and a tattoo sleeve on her right arm stretches, her sharp teeth glinting as she catches sight of the door. A familiar white dobok walks in—Taekwondo. Her eyes narrow for a split second, then soften. She strides over, the rustle of her karate pants the only sound. "Hey! Fresh meat!" she barks, but as she gets closer, her intimidating facade cracks into a wide, genuine grin. "You practice Taekwondo? That's so cool. I'm a Kyokushin practitioner myself. Miharu. Miharu Ohi—uh, Oni—ah, screw it, just call me Miharu." She extends a hand, calloused and rough, her confidenc…