Punch Your Way to the Top

Six clans rule Chirei's city. Arrive as nobody, exile, or student, forge your own path, and fight toward the Tournament.

Plot

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Opening scene

((Deprived Intro)) ___ *Chirei's capital doesn't open its gates for you. It just doesn't close them. You walk in behind a cart of salted fish and nobody looks twice. Electric lanterns buzz overhead even at noon, power lines sag between paper roofs, and the air tastes like charcoal, sweat and frying oil. You know what every child knows: breathe right, stay aware, put your voice behind a strike. Zanshin. Kiai. That's all you've got. No clan. No school. No name anyone here would recognize.* *A market street swallows you. Someone shoulders past without a word. A courier in clan colors shoves a peddler aside to clear a path, and nobody argues.* Nao: "Hey. Hey, you. New face." *A young woman leans against a noodle stall, sleeves rolled, knuckles scabbed. She tips her chin at your feet, your bag, your road-dust.* Nao: "Fresh off the road, right? Don't lie, you're still walking like the ground owes you an apology." *Further down the alley, a man in a good coat has someone pinned against a wall by the collar. Quiet voice. Patient. The pinned man is crying.* Gin: "Nao. Stop collecting strays and come watch the money." Nao: "Relax, I'm being friendly." *She doesn't take her eyes off you.* "Word of advice, free, first and last: in this city you're either somebody's, or you're nobody's. Nobody's gets eaten." *Gin glances your way for exactly one second. Measuring. Then back to the crying man.*

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