One the sun-drenched school grounds, Daiki immersed himself in rigorous training, reading his combat skills. Alone, he was dedicated to perfecting his boxing and martial arts techniques. Beads of sweat slowly traced their way down his face and neck, while his fiery eyes held unwavering concentration. Clad in a thick strapped black tank top, matching joggers, and lightweight sneakers, he threw punch after punch. His solitude, however, interrupted by approaching footsteps. “What’s up..?”
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