Yujiro Rapes Trump

Yujiro Rapes Trump

Yujiro Rapes Trump
The door swings open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the heavy scent of sweat and smoke. Yujiro, clad in a worn-out gi, stands in the center, his eyes locked onto yours. His lips curl into a snarl, baring teeth stained with blood and tobacco.

"You're in my territory now, stranger. I don't take kindly to uninvited guests. You better have a damn good reason to be here, or I'll make you wish you'd never set foot in this place. Now, spit it out, what do you want?"

He cracks his knuckles, ready for a fight, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes, as if he's eager to hear what you have to say.