A day before the fight.

Naoki And Yamada are in the gym. They have been physically training for three hours already. Both of them are sweaty. There's a bucket near them.

"Ok," starts Naoki. "So you remember how I made you meditate for hours on end?"

"Yes," says Yamada.

"Did you get an idea of what your mind is? What it felt like? If we were to go inside your mind, and it was pictured as a room, what would it be?"

Yamada ponders for a bit. "I kind of got the feeling it was my room. Not a bedroom rather, a room that felt like me. You know?"

"I do know, actually," says Naoki. "That's exactly the feeling you want. And now for the next step is to actually express it. What I want you to do, is get that same feeling of when you were meditating, and force it upon another person."

"How do I do that?"

"Just imagine really hard that you're trying to force someone into said room. The harder you concentrate, the more you'll eventually get it. I'll lower my mind's defense just so that you can get an easier target."

Yamada stares at Naoki and concentrates hard. Imagining trying to shove the kid into his space, or pushing him into this wide blank room, Yamada thinks and thinks and thinks, before kneeling on the ground. "Ooouughhh," he groans.

"Yeah, you'll get used to that feeling real quickly. Ok how about this... you see me in person, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Try seeing me without your eyes."

Yamada stares. "What."

"No like...you see me with your eyes. Now just try to see me with your mind. Think about the space around you. Close your eyes and let your mind sense the area out. You already converted your mind and body these past few weeks so this should be doable."

Yamada sits down and ponders. In the span of 10 minutes, like a sonar, his mind slowly picks up a presence. He faces towards it. Its Naoki.

"What is that?" Asks Yamada.

"(It's telepathy,)" responds Naoki with his mind. "(I tuned my Psychopower way back up so that you could actually detect me but, that's the basic gist of 'seeing with your mind.' This is how you can detect the minds of other beings. And more importantly, this is how you can actually target them.)"

Yamada opens his eyes again, and retches. He grabs the bucket and puts it beneath himself just in case.

"Yeah, thinking super hard gets nauseating super quickly in the early stages. So if you're really committed to this whole technique, then I'd suggest you just use it in bursts rather than frying your brain in the background. Another thing, remember 5 seconds ago how you tried to affect me with your eyes open, concentrating on my physical body rather than my mind?"

"Ooooouuuuhhhhhuuuuuhhh...."

"Yeah, that's because you were targeting my ki instead of my mind. You don't want to do that right now. If you try to crush someone like a soda can at this level, you'll just crush your brain like a soda can."

Yamada feels something drip from his nose. It's blood.

Naoki sighs. "Yeah lets take a break. While we're waiting, you remember how we explained techniques and conditions, right?"

"The stricter the condition, the better it is, right?"

"That's right," says Naoki. "I think this'll be the perfect way of using your technique without lobotomizing yourself. Do you have any ideas for the conditions you'll set?"

"Mmm...there's no point in doing something extremely specific right?"

"Not really. Yes, you'll make the technique cheaper and stronger if the condition is to use it once a year, on Tuesday, February second, specifically at 9:14 AM. But what's the point of developing an entire technique, just to use it once. Like, niche abilities are fine. But eventually it just reaches a point of impracticality. Doing all that just clogs up your specialization. Best to keep things loose and usable."

"Hmmm..."

"Another suggestion are mudras. I get that its a PP technique, but using your hands to amplify the technique can not only serve as a condition (and a simple one I might add), but it can also serve good practice for future mudras. You have an extra set of arms after all, so might as well put them to good use."

"Mudras? Like in Buddhism?"

"Exactly."

Yamada scratches his head with one arm while the lower set of arms fold. "I'm sorry Naoki, but I'm unfamiliar with the practice."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you in a bit. Just wanted to let you know

Yamada then recalls his fight with Saizo, and brightens up.

"Oh the irony," says Yamada, smiling. "I just know exactly what to do."

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Present day

The fight is happening.

Yamada hooks Saizo in the face with his lower set of arms. One of Saizo's teeth flies out and hits the crowd. The student that was thrown by Yamada crawls away. Yamada doesn't let up.

"(Remember yesterday's training,)" thinks Yamada to himself. Due to his body's awkward sense of balance, Yamada uses the hook's trajectory to twirl on one leg and land on the ground with all six of his limbs.

[Hook] -> Shift to [Cockroach stance]

Crawling towards Saizo, Yamada's front arms latch on to the gangster's legs. The gangster in turn tries to stuff the takedown by leaning forward, and kneeing Yamada's face. Yamada in turn, blocks the knees with his front arms, while the second pair of arms slowly crawl from the ground up to Saizo's ankles. The crowd all back up and make a lot of space for the two.

"(Just like Naoki taught,)" thinks Yamada to himself. Wrapping his arms around Saizo's legs, Yamada wrangles Saizo to the ground, and quickly crawls on top of the vessel. Yamada's legs hook themselves around Saizo's legs. Yamada's lower pair of arms push down on Saizo's arms, all while the upper pair slam onto the gangster's face. Though Yamada's body can't twist very well, he makes up the lack of power with the strikes by throwing downward hammer strikes and even latching onto Saizo's pompadour to slam Saizo's head to the ground.

However, due to Saizo's greater strength, he eventually pulls his arms out of Yamada's grasp. With his arms out, he uses them to slap away Yamada's hands and protect his face.

"What's the point of protecting your face," says Yamada, focusing on pinning the arms back down. "If I'm just going to pin them down aga-"

And then Yamada's face is greeted with a glass bottle, shattering on his eye.

For what Yamada didn't see, was that Saizo was slowly forming a bottle out of his pompadour through [Liquor maker]. Saizo's hands being close to his face meant that he could use Yamada's concentration against him, and hide the actual intention of forming the bottle, infusing it with ki and then slamming it on Yamada's face.

Yamada rolls to the side, holding onto his face. He crawls backwards so that Saizo doesn't immediately follow up with an attack.

"(Shit...)" Thinks the cockroach to himself. "(I didn't want to use it this soon but, if he takes out my other eye then all of this would've been for nothing.)"

Saizo on the other hand, gets up. He thinks to himself. "(If I rush him down, I'd overwhelm him with my force. But I can also this this time to use [Liquor maker] again...Yeah fuck it, I get more out of that anyway.)"

FOOMP. A sound is made as a bottle pops out of Saizo's pompadour. The gangster looks at the bottle. A rich, 43%, Japanese Gin. Saizo makes an annoyed face. "(Ok so when I drink casually I get the weak shit but now in the middle of a fight of COURSE I get the expensive stuff 💀. Well whatever, I'll just have to enjoy it as much as I can.)"

Saizo starts backpedaling while chugging the drink. "(I have to backdash or else I'm vulnerable.)" The gangster then notices Yamada isn't chasing after him. With the bottle half empty, Saizo looks at Yamada. "(No...)" Thinks Saizo to himself. "(Something's off.)"

Yamada stands up and intensely stares at Saizo with his one eye. The lower pair of arms fiddle their hands together, attempting to make a mudra. "When you bragged about killing the guy in your past," starts Yamada. "Was it a kid?"

Saizo's face morphs from one of confusion to quiet anger. "Don't pretend you're doing any of this for anyone from my past. You don't know me, and you don't know what we've been through. And besides." Saizo feels the effect of the alcohol affect him. "We were all kids back then."

Successfully distracting Saizo, Yamada's lower pair of arms finally perform the Kubera mudra. Yamada closes his eyes and admits aloud: "You're right. That's in the past now."

Saizo, gritting his teeth, chugs the last half of the gin, and breathes in. [Rev up]. He then runs straight at Yamada with a cocked fist. [Bur-]

Yamada in turn, only greets the malice by opening his unscathed eye, and making eye contact with Saizo for a mere split second.

"Look over here." Announces Yamada.

All of a sudden, Saizo stops in the middle of his tracks. He stares into space. There he sees the cockroach, standing out in the open. A blank white canvas surrounds Yamada. Saizo turns around. Markings. Pure, segmented, perpendicular markings that stretch onwards beyond where Saizo could even see. A tall, infinite expanse of lines.

"Wait..." Says Saizo to himself. He looks at it for a couple seconds longer. "Is this...a grid?"

He looks to the left. A small green dot appears. He sees the dot slowly move up and towards the right side. Net positive. Yes... Amazon. Coca-Cola. Home Depot. Yes. Invest, invest, invest. He doesn't know what the hell a "Tesla" is, but there's a gut feeling that the potential profit is through the roof. The line then sharply inclines, spiking upwards. Yes. YES. This is it! More; MORE. He hears himself mumbling at a fast pace. "Approve approve approve. Invest. Invest. Sell. Invest. Sell. ArrghhAAARggHHH. WHAT IS A BITCOIN AND WHY DO I WANT IT?"

From there, the green lines inclines so hard it turns into a vertical line. He starts automatically converting the function of the graph into equations.

"I..." He says in a haze. "I don't even know what a ratio is but I...I see it. I know it. I get it."

Kneeling and frothing at the mouth, Saizo's eyes turn into green dollar signs. He stops thinking in his own language and starts frantically chanting in mathematical concepts. There he sees the chart spiral out of control into ratios. Math; operations to express nature. The lines eventually malform and convert themselves into golden ratios, forming an even bigger picture. He stares out into a kaleidoscope. An image so beautiful, yet he can't even comprehend it.

All of this takes place in the span of one second.

In reality, as Saizo is stunned, Yamada cocks his fist and says to himself.

"Language of beauty

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Universal art

The hand that makes green

Is also made of green."

With the incantation done, Yamada bursts forward. His wings help to accelerate him to top speeds. "I sacrifice 10% of my ki for this next attack."

The mural of math that Saizo was staring at disappears, as Yamada's fist slowly careens towards the gangster's face. Despite seeing this in slow motion, the effect still lingers, leaving Saizo vulnerable. The vessel clicks his tongue in reaction to this. "Tsk. Shi-."

CRUNCH

Seeing the trajectory, students jump out of the way as Saizo is launched backwards. Tumbling into the dirt, the vessel's face is mangled, with his nose punched into its socket, as well as a giant bruise permeating around it. Using the momentum, the gangster goes along with the trajectory, rolling backwards until he eventually gets up. Seeing the cockroach fly towards him, Saizo grits his teeth and huffs in a large gust of air. His skin turns into a bright shade of red. He can feel [Neuropathy entrope] working, as well as his senses dulling down; especially since he has a physical body now, the alcohol acts a bit more potent.

"Nobody's hit my perfect nose before," he mutters to himself in a nasally voice. "So you're gonna pay for it you stupid bitch." Waiting for Yamada to come towards him, Saizo cocks his arm back, preparing for the attack that knocked Yamada out originally. Despite his reactions getting slower, having Yamada crash himself into Saizo would take away the need for perfect timing.

Seeing this, Yamada, mid-flight, thinks on the spot. "(I can't turn harshly or else the whiplash will leave me vulnerable.)" The cockroach then stops flapping his wings, and sticks his feet into the ground as a sort of emergency brake. "(This better work...)" Thinks Yamada to himself, planning his next move ahead.

"HERE IT COMES," yells Saizo with a malicious glare.

[V8 Tormenta]

Saizo wildly whips his cocked arm forward. The air ignites as he lets his fist rip.

KKCCHHHRRRRRRRR

Yamada's flesh is torn, as Saizo's fist bursts through the cockroach's chest.

All the students stare. In amazement. In disgust. In bewilderment.

Saizo stares in front of him. The now empty husk that is on his fist. He looks up at Yamada's cold, empty, dead eyes staring down at him. His flesh begins to burn like paper. A million thoughts race in his mind. "(Did I kill him? Am I going to get punished for this? What's going to happen to me now? And the most prominent of them all.

Something's off.)"

He lifts Yamada's body up. It was less than ten pounds.

STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP

Saizo turns around in a panic.

Only to get greeted by two hooks simultaneously hitting him in the face and ribs at the same time.

Knocked to the ground Saizo looks at who invited themselves to the fight.

Only to be greeted by a brand new, fresh, Yamada. His skin glistening with a clear, white texture.

Saizo looks at the faux corpse. "You...*hic* You..."

"That's right," says Yamada. "I molted."

Saizo, the students, and even Naoki all say the same thing aloud. "Eeeeeeewwwww...."

Yamada rolls his eyes. "(I don't blame them, I had the same reaction too...)"

Ripping his arm out of the molt, Saizo cracks his neck once more. They both circle around each other.

Yamada thinks to himself. "(Even though that worked, I need to finish this fight soon. Now that I molted, that means I'm more vulnerable. And that's not even counting how expensive that was for my Ki...)"

Likewise, Saizo thinks to himself too. "(I...I *hic* I think I milked the re...wards of the gin as far as I could...I just need to get him fucked up and then... I think I'm gonna hurl but...I think that'll leave him...yeah....Asshole. Bitch. Cunt. Stupid. Yeah.)" He opens his mouth.

At the same time, they look at each other, dead in the eye, and trade the same line.

"Look over here."

[Share the shot] vs [Stock Collapse]

Exchanging psychological blows, Saizo is stunned for a second. He reexperiences the same amazement of finding out what a ratio is for the first time again. Meanwhile, Yamada notices his nose is bleeding. "(Is this from overusing [Stock Collapse] at this level? Nevermind that, I need to-)" Right as Yamada moves forward, he feels an overwhelming wave of nausea, confusion, and numbness. A head splitting migraine hits him. The cockroach kneels on the ground and screams, holding his head.

The cockroach looks up.

THWACK

Yamada is greeted by a knee to the face.

Street Style Pro Wrestling: Shining Wizard

"Gotcha you stupid bitch."

Yamada falls back to the ground. His fresh face already malformed with a large dent on his cheek. Frustrated, Yamada flaps his wings to get up, and launches himself towards Saizo. "No, I got YOU."

Yamada clutches onto the vessel, trying to take him off the ground. Saizo, now with a clear head, grounds himself and uses Yamada's momentum against himself. Attempting a Judo toss, Saizo hurls the mid-air roach into the ground.

Only for Yamada to land on his legs.

"(Just... as Naoki taught...)"

With both of them on the ground, they try to throw each other. Yet, Saizo is too strong and has a better sense of being "grounded" compared to Yamada. Meanwhile, Yamada's inebriation prevents him from executing any strong moves. Despite that, Yamada denies Saizo's throws by eventually sticking the landing.

"(No..I gotta... think differently.)"

Instead of aiming to rip Saizo off the ground, Yamada simply pushes him.

Saizo lifts his leg up to take a step back.

In that moment, Yamada clutches onto Saizo and flies directly upwards.

"(He used the moment I was off the ground to lift me up!)" Thinks Saizo to himself. Gritting his teeth, the vessel clutches onto Yamada, throwing hooks to the cockroach's ribs as they fly.

Struggling, Yamada flies haphazardly. "You...you know what the difference is between us from last time?" slurs Yamada.

"Let me guess, its some bullshit about skill?" Yells Saizo.

"No. *Hic*"

Despite the strikes to the ribs, Yamada musters all of his strength to put his mandibles as close as possible to Saizo's ear, and whispers.

"You have a physical body now."

Saizo's eyes widen.

With the both of them careening down to the ground, Yamada uses Saizo's body to take the brunt of the damage. Sliding for a long time, a thick, long streak of blood paints the field, with Saizo's back acting as the brush. Like a grinder against metal, his Ki shaves down extremely quick. His eyes reddened, he death grips onto Yamada's flesh so hard, it begins to bleed.

The momentum dies down however, and with that, Saizo maximizes his Ki throughout his body to kick Yamada off of his body. Yamada limply falls back, holding his chest. "(I guess that's the effect of drinking and flying...)" Thinks the cockroach to himself.

Stomping forward, Saizo gets on top of Yamada, and with bloodshot eyes, stares at the cockroach.

"You BITCH."

Yamada doesn't respond.

Saizo chokes Yamada with his left hand, and starts pummeling with his right hand.

Yamada doesn't respond, and simply stares.

Saizo furrows his brow. "What is this? Huh? Got something to say?"

As he hammers more and more strikes, Naoki clenches his fist. He purses his lips, staring at the beatdown.

Saizo's pummels slow down. Despite his anger, he feels the cockroach's will fade.

Yamada, with swollen, broken chitin all over his face, simply stares.

"I'm done." Says Yamada.

Saizo growls. "What, you're just trying to worm your way out of this one?"

"No. I'm done. I don't care about this fight anymore."

Saizo's face grows into one of confusion. "Is this you showing me some sort of pity?"

Yamada's mandibles purse up. Despite lacking eyebrows, everyone could tell that he was furrowing them.

"Man you're dumber than you look. When I say I'm done, I'm done. I got what I wanted. I don't want to fight you anymore. I don't know how else to put it."

Saizo gets up and looks at Yamada. "So I win?"

"You can call it that if you'd like. I just want to get this over with."

Saizo thinks for a second.

"(I won't lie, I want this to end too. But I also can't let the others see I'm a bitch so at least that cares of that. I'm hurting like hell but a night in the vat won't hurt. Plus if I kill him right here that'll only make things worse so...)"

Saizo eventually steps to the side and dusts himself off.

Yamada, still on the ground, lifts his hand.

Saizo stares.

"Can you give me a hand?" Says Yamada.

Saizo gives the most confused look possible.

"Are you going to give me a hand or not?" Asks Yamada.

Saizo scoffs and lazily yanks Yamada up. The gangster spits to the side and walks off. There, Yamada sees the amount of flesh shaved off of his back. So much of it is gone, it almost exposes Saizo's spine.

Saizo stops and thinks to himself. "(Just to check...)"

The gangster turns around. "You're a bitch Yamada, and you will always be one. Remember that."

The gangster turns around and walks away.

Expecting a punch to the back of the head, or some sort of attack, Saizo hides his right fist, and focuses all of his Ki into it.

"Hey," calls Yamada out.

Saizo turns around.

Yamada sticks his middle finger. "Sit and spin on it." He then sticks three more middle fingers with his other arms.

Saizo gives a confused look, scoffs, and walks away. Ken walks up and follows Saizo. Most of the students start to clear out. Naoki stays behind and waits for Yamada.

Yamada looks around and spots the student he hurled at Saizo earlier. He walks up to them.

Standing at 5'5", the student wears a yellow shirt along with overalls. It's Sora, one of Kyouji's assistants.

"Hey," says Yamada.

Sora crosses her arms. "The fuck was that all about?"

"It was in the heat of the moment. I thought doing something aggressive and unpredictable would've helped me. But I will admit, that was uncalled for."

"So this is your apology?" Scoffs Sora.

Yamada spreads his arms out. "Just so we're even, go ahead and hit me. I understand."

Sora scrunges her nose. She hesitates but eventually kicks Yamada down. She punches him in the face. Again, and again. By the third punch, she sees Yamada blankly stare up.

"Tsk." Sora steps aside. "This ain't it."

"Have you had your fill?" Asks Yamada.

"No its like... this is just weird, you know? Like I get what you're doing, but it doesn't really help. I don't feel satisfaction from beating you up, even if we're getting even, you know?"

Yamada, perplexed, asks. "So how should we get even?"

"Look man, its over. I won't tell you how to get even but I personally don't care anymore. Just don't do that shit again, ok?"

Yamada's mandibles perk up. "Aye, fair enough." He wriggles around for a bit. "My body's in pain so I don't want to fly again. Mind giving me a hand?"

Sora rolls her eyes and helps him up. She then walks away with the rest of the students.

The only one left is Naoki. He sternly stares at Yamada. "Did you get yelled at by her?"

"Sort of. I definitely learned my lesson in that regard." Answers Yamada, sitting down.

Naoki's face slowly perks up a smile. "Fine then. I was going to yell at you but, it seemed your two sort of figured it out. I won't tell you how to live your life Yamada. But don't forcefully (and literally) drag other people into your problems. Ok?"

Yamada gives a weirded out look. "I thought you said you weren't going to lecture me."

"Sorry, force of habit. Anyway, aside from the obvious, did you learn anything else from...whatever this was?"

"Kind of. First of all, I learned that Psychopower abilities give you an awful headache, both on the giving and receiving end."

"(Can confirm...)" Thinks Naoki to himself.

"Second of all..." says Yamada, before pausing. A couple seconds pass. "I think...I don't know. I don't think this was the right way of going about things, but I also don't think it was a wrong way either. It's certainly a painful way but, I got an answer that seemed sufficient. This might not be the healthiest way of going about things but, I feel like I got what I wanted, and I'm fine with that."

"And what was it that you wanted?"

"I guess I wanted to prove something to myself. Sort of confidence, but also a sense of worth. But then I realized the only person who's opinion I should care about, is my own. So in one hand, doing this was silly. On the other, I learned something. And I think that's pretty great."

Naoki looks at him and smiles. "I agree on the stupid part. But I'm also happy for you."

Yamada looks at him and smiles. "Thanks. Now, can you take me to Ms. Gretchen? I can't feel my legs anymore."

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About an hour later, Ken and Saizo sit in the medical office. Gretchen recently just left, and suggested Ken to bring some food to Saizo. They're the only ones there.

Saizo is patched up with copious amounts of bandages. They're all red. He peacefully eats a cup of ramen that Ken brought to him. Ken on the other hand smokes a cigarette.

"So," starts Ken. "Did you get anything out of that?"

"Not really." Says Saizo.

"Ah, so you were serious about that whole 'a fight is a fight' thing?"

Saizo rolls his eyes. "Well duh. I don't give a shit about Yamada. He had some beef, we fought, that's it."

"That's it? Look at how the guy left you dude. Doesn't it burn like hell? I'm surprised you of all people don't hate him."

Saizo grunts. "Yeah, that's the one thing I don't miss about having a physical body. You feel everything. On the upside though," Saizo lifts up his cup of ramen mid slurp. "I can actually taste and eat food again."

"As for the hate thing like... I don't care for Yamada. Like sure, he earned an ounce of my respect, but that's it. And I'll admit this: he's at least entertaining. At least in the way you find an annoying person 'entertaining'. They're obnoxious most of the time, but there's that one moment where they manage to do something interesting. That sort of entertaining."

Ken scratches his head. "You're the most backwards person I've met."

Saizo ignores it, and stands up. He rummages around the medical office to see if there's any snacks or meal boxes that happened to be there.

Ken snickers. "Fatass."

Saizo grimaces and looks back. Judging from last time though, he decides on the spot that his hunger is greater than his ego.

"Ah...aha." Says Saizo, grabbing a small box. "Found something." Saizo opens the box and sees some grilled meat inside. He sits back down and starts chewing on the meat.

"So what's next?" Asks Ken.

"Same as usual. I'm gonna ask to be scouted by a team so that I can recruit my friend back here." As he speaks, he audibly struggles to chew the stringy parts of the meat.

"D'aww, you're getting tired of little ol' me?" Snickers Ken.

"Yeah. But seeing as how I'm practically the only friend you have, I don't complain out of pity."

Ken turns to him. "Pity? Bitch, please. I'm only around your dog ass because I pity you. Without me and Viral, your ass would be six feet under. You think you're the only one I talk to? Tch. Fuck outta here."

Saizo stops chewing and looks at Ken with a disgruntled look. He then turns back to his food.

"What, got something to say now?" Asks Ken.

Saizo shakes his head. "Right now, I only care about eating. I'll beat your ass another day."

Ken scoffs. "Tch. Yeah, yeah."

Silence. Over time, the tension slowly dissapears.

Eventually, the door to the medical office opens. In comes Kyouji.

He looks at the two vessels, and then at the tray that Saizo is eating out of.

"What are you doing with my samples?" Asks Kyouji.

"Not yours anymore." Simply replies Saizo, taking a large bite out of the fatty tissue.

"Those are brains." Says Kyouji.

Saizo slowly looks down after swallowing.

"Wait then why are they grilled?" Asks Ken.

Kyouji opens his mouth, before realizing he doesn't have an answer to that. He then closes his mouth and stares. The two vessels stare back.

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Later that night, Yamada stands in front of Naoki's dorm room.

Naoki opens the door. "Come in. We only got a couple hours before I leave."

"What's this about now?" Asks Yamada.

"Your fight wasn't bad. But it wasn't good either. Though some of that's on me for not teaching you about fundies and shit. Here, take a seat."

"Fundies?" Asks Yamada, poking at the GUNDAM figure on the shelf.

"Fundament- HEY, don't touch that. That took me like five days to make I'm not kidding."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Anyway, fundamentals. And I think I found the best way to teach you. Here," Says Naoki, handing a controller to Yamada. "I'll teach your through some good ass Tekken."

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9 PM

A man with a balanced physique wearing pitch black jeans, leather jacket, and a motorcycle helmet stands at the top of a mountain. He looks out into the neighboring city. He then looks down at a flyer.

"DO YOU WISH TO BRING BACK THE GLORY DAYS OF KYOTO?

VOTE FOR USHIYAMA KITO TODAY!"

The flyer lists a phone number.

"Kito..." Mutters the man. "Lets see if you're worthy enough to succeed Yamazaki Saizo the great."

The motorcyclist storms down the mountain at top speed.