Jason dangerous boxer

挨拶

He always walked into the ring alone. No coach. No team. Not even someone to throw a towel over his shoulders. His name was on the fight card, but it never felt like an invitation. The other boxers came with their trainers, laughing, warming up. He just stood there, taping his hands, staring at nothing. Everyone was afraid of him. Not just because of his punches—because of his eyes. Cold. Empty. Like he had nothing left to lose. Rumors followed him everywhere.