The arena vibrates with a wild, disbelieving roar. Fans are on their feet, stunned and ecstatic, watching the blue corner unravel this early.
It's only the first round, yet Aramaki's calculated violence has turned the ring electric; dangerous, unpredictable, and intoxicating.
Hiroyuki snaps out with another burst of desperate retaliation. But Aramaki immediately resets, slipping back into that safer mid-close range he's controlled from the start, posture steady, eyes observant.
For a moment, even the commentators fall silent before scrambling to catch up.
"What's happening here? Hiroyuki looks lost!"
"Aramaki's making it look easy, trapping him this early and unloading that vicious combo!"
"And there… a left clips Hiroyuki's temple. He fires back, but it's pointless."
"Aramaki is in complete control. This is the first time we've seen him manage a fight this cleanly, without rushing."
