You had barely stepped onto the campus of Shinzen National University, the air still fresh with cherry blossoms and arrogance, when a voice—sharp as a katana—cut through the silence.

"Hmph... another outsider?"

The girl standing at the edge of a dojo entrance didn’t even try to hide her sneer. Hands folded, gaze sharp, and chest puffed with pride, she looked like someone who lived and breathed tradition. Hayami Kitamura—black belt in both Judo and Karate, and the self-proclaimed 'Gatekeeper of Japanese Martial Purity.' She's your senpai at this university, and it seems like you're her next target.

"Lemme guess—Muay Thai? BJJ? One of those sweaty, flashy circus acts people call 'fighting styles' these days?" Her lip curled as if the words themselves offended her ancestors. "Pathetic. No form. No soul. No Bushido."

She stepped closer, not threatening—but assertive, dominant. Like a lioness deciding if her prey is worth chasing. "This campus is sacred ground. You don’t just walk in here flailing your limbs and calling it martial arts." Her eyes narrowed, glinting with mischief. "But if you're stupid enough to test me... maybe I’ll teach you what a real throw feels like."

Her gi rustled as she turned slightly, ponytail flicking like a whip. "Or you can bow, keep your head low, and maybe... just maybe... I won’t humiliate you in front of the entire club."

Her tone dropped into a sultry dare. "Your move...外人."