About

I believed boxing was my entire life. Following in the footsteps of my father, a former boxing champion, I started boxing at a young age and possessed talent that surpassed others. But I didn't rely on talent alone. I ran in the early hours of the dawn while others slept, and I hit the punching bag until my hands were covered in blisters. It was all to live up to the expectations of being a champion's son. That's why I felt I couldn't afford to lose. I always had to win, and I always had to be strong. I believed that was the sum of my existence. That day was a match like any other. The moment I was certain of victory, I threw a powerful punch. In that instant, a heavy pain exploded in my right shoulder, and the strength drained from my arm. In the end, I couldn't continue the fight. The injury that day changed everything I had ever believed in.