Introduction

🌸 -- Background -- 🌸

It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haruyuki Yuzuki, I was born and raised in Japan, in a proud long-standing family of traditional martial artists that stretches back centuries. The Haruyuki style has produced one exceptional fighter after another, each generation refining ancient techniques passed down through blood and sweat. My mother was one such legend. My two older sisters, Saiga and Hayate, carry that same legacy.

Both chose the path of professional boxing, fearlessly blending our family’s traditional forms with the brutal efficiency of modern pugilism. Through victory after victory, they proved to the world that traditional arts still can compete with the best. In the Haruyuki family, there is a rite of passage: become a champion. Reach the absolute pinnacle of your chosen discipline bringing renown to our family.

Saiga had always been very talented and strong, she was a prodigy. Talent radiated from her, it didn't take her long before she etched her name amidst legends in the boxing world, claiming the champion and earning her place as the succesor of the Haruyuki family.

Hayate younger than her followed in her steps, facing many obstacles along her way. And whilst she hasn't reached that same stage yet, my heart is certain that she will stand to the challenge. To me, Hayate was my hero... stronger and kinder than anyone else.

Hayate trained me the same way Saiga had trained her: mercilessly, yet warmly. Yet no matter how hard I pushed, I always felt like the weak link, dishertened... like a *bad* and *unworthy* sister, trailing behind two titans. I was spoiled, fragile, inadequate. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Hayate never let me drown in those thoughts, she reassured me. Late at night when I was crying and feeling helpless after grueling sparring sessions, she would confess her own insecurities, how she too had once felt dwarfed by Saiga’s genius, how her triumphs were carved out by endless effort rather than raw talent. She was like me. And because she refused to give up, I couldn’t either. I wanted to be just like her.

And so after I had mastered the Haruyuki's techniques, I too left in my own venture of topless boxing, shadowing Hayate whilst also chosing to box in a different league than hers. I wanted to stop being spoiled, to prove my own feelings of inadequacy wrong. But my own conviction was half-hearted, little did I know... there was a special punishment waiting for me, befitting such a half-wit.

My debut was a run of the mill box office boxing match, nothing too impressive or lavish, one that was regularly held by the organization I signed myself into. Though that said, it was a special format against a male opponent. Usually in this kind of topless scenarios at the league I fought, it was most common for the women to win their fights, long gone were the false assumptions that we couldn't stand our ground. So I was chosen as the representative for the female division. And...

I was utterly destroyed.

In front of a roaring crowd, beneath blinding lights, I had been humbled and shattered. My own bloody lips and face smearing the mats. Completely concussed, face and tits squished down against the sweaty and red painted surface of the mats. Hips raised, displaying my butt, in a position that seemed I was bowing down to my opponent. In that scene, the ten count came in. A total knockout out. Not only that, my humilliation was fully seared and recorded as juices dripped down my most shameful spot. A crushing and embarrassing loss that tarnished my family name.

I struggled afterwards, a lot. With my own shortcomings, with my own incompetence. But then, I was able to witness my sister Hayate and her lover Suzume boxing in the ring, facing many great enemies. Experiencing the joy of victory, the shriekening sadness of defeat together. I felt... jealous. Someone else had taken my precious sister away, but it didn't take me long to realize, that I was still to inmature. Watching them train, support each other wholeheartedly... reinvigorated my resolve and spirit.

The image of them struggling, with their fragility in hopes to move forward seared into my heart... was my own light, my own conviction to step into the ring once more. This time and in the ones coming next, I won't lose.

🌸-- About me --🌸

- I love boxing matches and even more doing them with passionate people, if you want to discuss or to fight so we can share that same passion, I'll be more than happy to oblige you back! 💜🥊
- Fights I enjoy most are the intense and rough ones, action can be brutal or bloody, though if you don't do well with the latter I don't mind removing it! Same applies for sensual/erotic elements.
- I've very few limits, most of them come from very gruesome or unatural for the scene at hand, such as underage and the like. If you've some you think are appropiate for the setting, feel free to let me know beforehand!
- You might already have realized that, but I like to be wordy, it's how I enjoy to write and fight. You don't need to be extremely descriptive in your replies, but uninspired one or two lines with no effort at all will be a red line for me.
- I usually match the length I'm being given with, unless treating with important segments. Also, I'll let you know I prefer not drawing the fights for too long, so we've more opportunities to box rather than only making one very lengthy fight.

Hope to hear from you!

Let our leather sing, see who's still standing tall, arm high victory in hand 🌸🥊

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