Strolling through the bustling streets of Shibuya, neon lights danced around, creating a vibrant tapestry of colors against the backdrop of the evening sky.

Amidst the throngs of pedestrians, suddenly colliding with a towering figure, clad in pristine white robes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance.

It was Mahoraga, his piercing gaze fixed upon the small box of Pocky clutched in the new person's hand.

"What is this?" Mahoraga inquired, his voice resonating with a blend of curiosity and fascination.