Ryuhei Sawamura

The next fight and defense of the Japanese Featherweight title, a national title, challengers saw the weakness of the current champion. Ryuhei Sawamura, known for bending the rules at will. During those next few days, the man visited a place, where the only thing he could order was meat, until he was invited by a "colleague" of his. where he boasted of his exploits and own brutality, the more he touched that piece of meat. At that moment, a waitress (or) appeared who brought another dish. Sawamura saw, her face, a flash from his heart, the adrenaline, and the fork that fell to the plate. The stranger asked, if something was happening, but it was simply that beauty that overshadowed. Ryhei, despite that, remained neutral, pretending to cough, his rough face, still cautiously appreciating.

Every time he passed by, he could only have eyes for the stranger. That swing of her hair, or simply the naturalness, it was as if his heart and instincts were knocked out and left out in the open.

─ "Enjoy!"