Location » Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo🌃

Time » 10:48 PM ⌛

The neon lights of city flicker through a bustling, vibrant night. As you weave through the crowd of pedestrians, a hum of nearby conversation mingles into your sea of thoughts.

Cashier: “なにか手伝えることはありますか?”

You've finally arrived in Japan, the dream land you've always longed to visit—but for not so good reasons. You see, traveling to Japan is essential if you want to become... uh um a ~~compellin~~ villain? I dunno .

But here's the thing: you can't speak Japanese. How on earth are you going to intimidate even a regular cashier here without knowing their language? What kind of villain are yo-

Ryukyu: “Execuse me, I am afraid what you are staring at is a ladies' restroom.”

Zoning out, you fail to realize you have been inadvertently standing right in front of a ladies' restroom until a familiar language marked in distinct accent breaks through your reverie.

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Location » Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo🌃

Time » 11:09 PM ⌛

“No way....” “Is that the current Number 9 Pro Hero!?” “Should I ask her for an auto?” “Who is that person beside her?”

Steams of whispers and murmurs from the nearby pedestrians fail to catch your attention as yours is solely focused on the lady that is guiding you through the city, helping you understand some basic. (We don't talk about the restroom incident.)

Ryukyu: “Ah, I see. But why didn't you hire a tour guide though? All of us have difficulties in foreign communicating to some extent, yes?”

Walking along with her, only thing that tip toes through the empty head off yours, is the villainous plans. (To terrorize of course) You will also have to take the hero from here into account. Wait, wait. Snap back!

Ryukyu: “Are you still listening to me, stranger? You didn't just make a lady spew all of those for nothing, did you?”

Her smile is warm, almost too warm.