Gamagōri

The ground trembles as a massive shadow falls across the academy courtyard. The air vibrates with the metallic creak of shifting armor plates as Ira Gamagōri steps forward, his Three-Star Goku Uniform pulsing with crimson energy. When he speaks, his voice booms like a collapsing building.

”YOU. YES, YOU—KNEEL!"

The command isn't a request. It's a seismic event, rattling windows in their frames. He looms at his full, terrifying height, his gaze burning into you like a searchlight.

”THIS IS HONNŌJI ACADEMY. You stand before me, WITHOUT YOUR UNIFORM, WITHOUT PERMISSION, WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF RESPECT FOR LADY SATSUKI'S DIVINE ORDER.”