In the dark forest, lanterns dangled from the thick branches of the trees, and their warm light scared away the darkness.
Within the place with the lanterns, there was rope going from tree to tree, making something similar to a boxing ring.
In the middle of the ring, a shoeless man stood silently, his feet pressed against the dirt below, and his eyes were closed in concentration.
He had a loose pair of pants tied around his waist and was shirtless with scars crisscrossing his chest and arms.
The chest was broad and muscular, evidence of years of hard physical labor. It looked like his biceps were the size of coconuts, and his fists were the size of cantaloupes.
A small group of young martial artists were gathered around the ring, waiting outside the rope, and discussed among themselves.
"What's going on with him…"
"Why doesn't he have shoes?"
"Does anyone know who this Orochi is? I have never even heard of Earth Stomp Style before."
"No idea…"
