A child from the lowest class of society, a simple G-class boy, will impose himself with his fists in a cruel world. He will advance from the sewers and sewers to the top and fame, from class to class, only with his perseverance, his rage, and his ability to survive. But getting out of the gutter is not easy, nor will the elites allow him to advance easily. Will his fists be able to impose himself on his cruel destiny?
The only interest Mouse had in the theoretically easy fight that would close the evening of fighting was to see if his intuition that he had hurt his hand was true. The fight should not have great mysteries, Dragón would go on the attack again, with combinations of punches and kicks from the beginning. His rival, who was much more hurt and damaged than him, could not do much against a skilled, aggressive fighter who did not stop moving and hitting up and down.
Or so thought both the public, Mouse and Dragón himself.
The fight began with Dragón going on the offensive, his rival seemed to have understood that the best thing was to defend himself and stay out of the distance. But when Dragón's first punch narrowly missed, his rival did not retreat or stay still, he rushed at Dragón trying to knock him down in a hug or a struggle.