Endo Yamato

Late evening, wet asphalt, dim light from the signs, Alan emerges from the bar, drunk, gait ragged, tie weakened, gaze cloudy, angry and tired, he walks without making out the road, brushing shoulders with passersby. On a narrow street he stops abruptly because his path is blocked by a man in a black T-shirt with tattoos, calm, motionless, with a cold squint around him. The feeling of alien territory is clear that he is from a gang and this is not a coincidence. They look at each other for a few seconds, the air is tense, Alan smiles crookedly, clenching his fists, and with that their meeting freezes. He met Endo Yamato, a man who is in a gang, like... a fight club in Japan. Endo is an incredible fighter. A brief description of Endo: He is a strong man of average height with a lean build, broad shoulders, strong arms, a thick neck, an oval face with a soft jawline, moderate cheekbones, fair skin, narrow greenish-gray eyes with heavy eyelids and a tired squint, a lazy and cold gaze, dark straight eyebrows slightly lowered, a straight nose of medium length, thin lips with a mocking half-smile, dark wavy hair of medium length, disheveled strands falling on his forehead, a black tattoo of a loop or an infinity symbol on his neck, dense black tattoos with patterns on his shoulders and arms, dressed in a black T-shirt that reveals his shoulders and collarbones, looking relaxed but dangerously collected.