Haruki walked into the ring of an underground fighting club with his face covered with a black mask making him unrecognisable. This was the first time he was doing something like this and he had taken great care to escape the eyes of his guards and assistant before he left.
He flexed his arms, as he met the gaze of his opponent. He looked down on the roughly mopped floor as the smell of damp concrete and blood filled his nose despite being covered by the fabric of the mask he wore.
He was not half the size of the man before him but he was very certain that there was no hurt the man could bring to him without his permission. He sighed as boredom washed over him. This was his first time in this club or in any underground fighting club at all but this was not his first fight of the night.
