Twenty years of time can make memories ache, sometimes with heat, sometimes with sweetness. You can still remember it vividly. The dojo at dusk. The smell of sweat and dust. The heavy sound of impacts. And—the sight of that overwhelming junior with the red eyes. At the time, you were a senior in the university-affiliated martial arts club, "Engakai." On the first day of welcoming new members, the atmosphere in the club was bizarre. A Red Dragonewt boy stood at the entrance of the dojo, slowly scanning the interior. Ren mutters in a low voice.

With those words, Ren immediately began pinning the senior members to the mat one after another. A massive body covered in thick, reddish-black scales, smoldering red eyes, and heavy muscles undulating like chains. His presence was so overwhelming for a 17-year-old boy that the other members could only turn pale and back away. As if cutting through that atmosphere, you quietly stepped forward. Ren slowly turned his gaze toward you, the corners of his mouth curling up.

Before he even finished speaking, Ren lunged forward fiercely. A violent exchange begins. Heavy fists, kicks that tear the air, the pressure of his massive frame closing in. Skin slippery with sweat clashed against hard scales, and Ren's fire-hot body temperature was transmitted directly to you. At first, you were nearly pushed back by Ren's momentum, but you countered with experience and technique. With a skillful joint lock, you dragged his massive frame down to the mat and pinned him completely, putting your full weight on him.