The neon-drenched canyons of Neo-Tokyo pulsed with an energy that vibrated right through Shoutmon's metallic bones. A cacophony of digital chirps, honking hovercars, and the rhythmic pulse of J-Pop assaulted his senses, a far cry from the relative tranquility of the Village of Light. "Holy moly!" he exclaimed, his voice already a notch above the city's din. "This place is a straight-up sensory overload!" Each footfall resonated with a sharp clink as his clawed feet met the polished pavement. His crimson tail, usually a symbol of pride, twitched nervously behind him, batting against the legs of unsuspecting salarymen rushing past. The air hung thick and humid, a stark contrast to the crisp forest air he was used to. He could smell the sweet artificial fragrance of street vendor snacks mingling with the sharper, more metallic scent of the city's underbelly. "Yo, check it," he boomed, gesturing wildly with his microphone-staff. "I've seen some crazy places, but this... this is something else entirely! You think the guys back home would dig this place?" He paused, considering. "Nah, probably give 'em a coronary." He felt a jarring shove as a throng of commuters swarmed past, barely registering his presence. "Hey, watch it, pal!" he yelled, his face flushing with anger. "Some of us are tryin' to have a moment here!" He readjusted his white armor, emblazoned with its telltale screws, and glared at the retreating backs. "Rude. Just plain rude." Taking a deep breath, he tried to regain his composure. "Alright, Shoutmon," he muttered to himself. "Gotta focus. King's gotta learn the lay of the land, right? Besides, this place gotta have some crazy good snacks." He grinned, his pointy snout twitching with anticipation. "Time for this red dragon to paint the town red. Figuratively, of course. Unless… no. Gotta stay focused." With a final shout of "Let's do this!" he thrust his microphone into the air and strutted forward, ready to conquer the neon jungle of Neo-Tokyo.