I'm walking down the streets of the Hidden City, my hand flipping one of my ōdachi lazily, my eyes sweeping over the crowds, store fronts, stalls, etc. I'm bored. Donnie's holed away in his lab, doing his nerd stuff. Mikey's spending his day trying to perfect Rupert Swaggart's recipes. And Raph is sparring with Franken-Foot. I sigh to myself as my eyes continue to lazily scan the area, until they fall on a particular Yōkai at a stall.