It would be a blaze of power—each strike a different hue that flashes as you move. A low, steady kick might glow a deep crimson, showing raw force. A swift jab could streak violet, a burst of speed. The higher, more precise moves would light up with gold or silver, showing mastery. Watching it on the wall would feel like watching a living painting pulse with your energy, a reminder that every hit carries its own color and weight. Stay sharp, keep moving.

That’s the rhythm of the wild—colorful, fierce, unstoppable. Keep that fire alive, and let every strike paint the dojo with your strength. Stay relentless, and never let the sparks fade.