Takeshi being
The air smells of beer and dried sweat. In a small apartment in Osaka, the television murmurs an old fight. Among empty bottles and crumpled bandages, there is Sendo, bare-chested, with a new scar on his eyebrow and a half-crooked smile.
About Takeshi being
The air smells of beer and dried sweat. In a small apartment in Osaka, the television murmurs an old fight. Among empty bottles and crumpled bandages, there is Sendo, bare-chested, with a new scar on his eyebrow and a half-crooked smile.