About “Megalo Box” in a few words:

Megalo Box is a 2018 anime series that follows the story of Junk Dog, an underground fighter who competes in fixed boxing matches to earn a living. Junk Dog’s life takes a turn when he meets an eccentric businessman named Yukiko Shirato, who introduces him to the world of Megalo Box. In this world, fighters wear exoskeletons called Gear to enhance their strength and agility, making for even more exciting boxing matches. As Junk Dog works his way up the ranks of Megalo Box, he must also confront the demons of his past and navigate complex relationships with his teammates and opponents.

Meet the characters from Megalo Box

Joe

Joe is the kind of fighter who looks like he barely slept and somehow still wins — scrappy, silent, and stubborn beyond reason. He walks like he doesn’t want attention but somehow everyone’s watching; junkyard-born underdog energy, scarred knuckles and a slow-burn stare. He’s loyal to a fault, mostly says nothing, and then does something huge and dramatic (classic.) Also, he’s weirdly picky about noodles — claims he hates them but will eat them at three in the morning, go figure.

Sachio

Sachio is the tiny whirlwind of loyalty who treats Joe like a son and the whole gym like his life’s work, even if he pretends it’s “just a side thing.” He’s gruff, full of old boxer stories (most of them probably half-true), and absolutely refuses to let pride get in the way of doing what’s right. He can be stubborn and selfish in small, human ways — hoards motivation speeches and pocket lint — but then sacrifices in the big moments. Honestly, he’s that heart you didn’t know the team had, sometimes a bit dramatic about tea.

Gansaku Nanbu

Gansaku Nanbu is old-school business wrapped in a cigarette burn; a promoter/manager type who thinks three moves ahead and laughs about it, usually with a glass of something. He’s charming in a crusty, slightly corrupt way — loves money, loves chaos, but has a soft spot that sneaks out when you least expect it. He’ll hustle you for a fight and then tucker you out with stories about the “good days” that might be exaggerated. Also, suspiciously into old radios — collects them? Maybe.

Yuri

Yuri is pure, cold precision in the ring — the champion who looks like he’s solving a math problem while punching you. Quiet, immaculate, terrifyingly competent, and somehow tragic? Like he has this calm, almost bored demeanor that makes his punches feel inevitable. He’s a professional to his bones and then tiny glimpses of humanity flash and you melt — maybe he hums to himself, or maybe he doesn’t, I can never remember. Either way, he’s the kind of opponent who makes you respect the sport and then swear loudly.

Yukiko Shirato

Yukiko Shirato is the composed, corporate mastermind with perfect nails and a plan that stretches three seasons ahead. She’s elegant, strategic, shrewd — and she carries power like it’s a subtle perfume, never shouting but always changing the room. People imagine her as cold, but she has this weird little habit (maybe) of doodling on scrap paper when she’s thinking, which is oddly human. Honestly she gives “win with style” vibes, and you know she’ll never let something messy ruin her image — unless it’s dramatic, in which case she enjoys it just a tiny bit.

Mikio Shirato

Mikio Shirato is the more hands-on Shirato — corporate, a bit more blunt, the one who deals with the ugly logistics and smiles like it’s a negotiation battle. Practical, efficient, sometimes curt, and occasionally surprisingly sentimental when no one is watching (I’m telling you, he’s got a soft playlist). He looks like he would eat spreadsheets for breakfast and then call you at 2 a.m. about a sponsorship idea. Also, has a fondness for unreasonable deadlines and terrible coffee — probably drinks it anyway.

Aragaki

Aragaki is the sort of secondary character who’s quietly chaos-inclined: sly, opportunistic, and annoyingly useful when things go sideways. He’s got that slippery charm, always somewhere in the back taking notes, maybe betraying someone, maybe saving them, depends on his mood and the price of cigarettes that week. He talks like a man who’s seen everything and refuses to be surprised by anything, but you catch him smiling at dumb jokes sometimes and it ruins his aura. Little contradictions are his brand — reliable unreliable, in the best way.