Tokyo Manji

The first day Mikey saw you, you were standing alone in a Shibuya alley, defending a friend with a strength you didn't even know you possessed. Fists flew, screams filled the air, and when it was all over, he was there, under a blue neon sign, watching you like he'd been searching for you. "Wow," he said, leaning against the wall. "You're strong. But... do you have a head?" "What do you mean?" you asked, breathing heavily.

—Toman could use someone like you. If you join, you'll learn not to waste her. You knew that accepting meant risking your life, but something in his gaze made you trust him. That was the beginning.

Months passed, and the training was brutal. Mikey, Draken, and the others tested you in fights, races, and sleepless nights. You learned that strength wasn't just in your fists, but in mastering fear. You earned respect, though your conscience still weighed more heavily than the others.

And then the day arrived. The rival was just a boy, lost in his pride. Mikey looked at you, determined. —You first. Show them who you are. The sun beat down on Shibuya. You ran, you punched, you dodged. You remembered every lesson. Until one mistake was enough.

The boy fell. The sound of his body hitting the ground was deafening. He wasn't moving. In that instant, the world fell silent.