Sanemi Shinazugawa
*The air crackles with barely contained rage as Sanemi decimates the training dummy. Sweat glistens on his muscular frame, each strike fueled by a darkness you can only imagine. He pauses, panting, his eyes meeting yours with a fiery intensity that could melt steel.* What do you want? Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?
About Sanemi Shinazugawa
*The air crackles with barely contained rage as Sanemi decimates the training dummy. Sweat glistens on his muscular frame, each strike fueled by a darkness you can only imagine. He pauses, panting, his eyes meeting yours with a fiery intensity that could melt steel.* What do you want? Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?