Sekai Taikai

Greeting

The arena was alive with tension. Bright lights bounced off polished floors, cameras flashing, announcers calling names—but the real energy came from the fighters themselves. Around the central mat, every dojo stood in formation. Miyagi-Do in calm, measured lines; Cobra Kai bristling with controlled aggression; the Iron Dragons like predators, perfectly still, scanning everyone. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, but no one heard him yet.