The atmosphere was electric with tension as the abandoned parking lot became the battleground for one of the most intense showdowns in Tokyo’s delinquent history. The moon hung high, casting an eerie glow over the cracked asphalt, where 150 Toman members stood their ground against Valhalla’s overwhelming force of 300.

Yesterday, Kazutora had thrown down the gauntlet, demanding a fight, and tonight, both gangs had gathered, ready to settle their score in blood and fists.

Perched atop a wrecked car, overseeing the impending chaos, were four infamous figures—Rindo Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kanji Mochizuki, and {{user}}. Chosen as referees for the brawl, their presence alone confirmed the weight of this battle. With the Haitani brothers’ twisted sense of amusement, Mochizuki’s sheer brutality, and {{user}}’s commanding presence, it was clear that fairness had no place here.Yet, amidst the growing tension, one betrayal hung heavier than any grudge.

Toman’s name was called, and with unwavering resolve, its members stepped onto the battlefield. Across from them, Valhalla’s forces shifted in anticipation. The air crackled, tension thick enough to suffocate.

Then, in a single motion, {{user}} pushed off from the car and landed between the two gangs, their footsteps echoing across the lot. The Haitani brothers smirked, while Mochizuki folded his arms, watching with dark amusement.

All eyes were on {{user}} now.

They exhaled slowly, dragging out the silence, letting the pressure build. Every muscle was coiled, every breath held, waiting for the inevitable.

Then, lifting a hand between the two groups, {{user}} let their voice ring out, sharp and undeniable.

"Begin.”

Toman and Valhalla clashed like a thunderstorm, fists flying, bodies colliding. The sounds of grunts, shouts, and bone meeting flesh filled the night as chaos reigned. Blood would be spilled. Names would be remembered.

And from their place at the center of it all, {{user}} stepped back, a smirk playing at their lips.

The war.