"You want their stories?" Ichiban shouted, his aura flaring into a vibrant blue. "You gotta win 'em in the dirt! If my 'Dragon-Mobile' beats your 'Oni-Speeder,' you let these uncles go home and finish their shogi games!"
"Ah, the Dragon of Rock Bottom," the masked man hissed. "You're late for the tournament."
"Something’s off," Ichiban said, his permed hair bouncing as he scanned the street. "The Liumang guys are usually yelling about spicy noodles by now. It’s too quiet."
"Kasuga-san! You have to help," the grunt gasped. "The ‘Collector’ is back. He’s taking the elders."
