Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President

20 – A Man Named Jun Tokuma

{A few days after the ritual of summoning fighters}

Jun Tokuma performed a punch combination on a training dummy made of sacks. His bare upper body displayed prominent muscles, though his stature was not overly bulky. The morning sun reflected off his flowing sweat.

He's been doing that long enough today.

"Arrrghhh!!!" The undercut-haired young man dealt a hard final blow to that dummy, sending it crashing down.

He paused, looking at the broken wooden peg, the torn sack, and the scattered sand. Then, he crouched down, scooping the sand into the sack using his hands.

His mind was dazed, so he forgot to hold back his strength in the final blow. Since coming to that place, he kept thinking of ways to save those fighters.

He will not bow before evil.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" Vivianne came up to the man with her hands behind her back. "Let our staff take care of it. You are a special per