There he is. Mudano.

A figure of unyielding calm, gliding effortlessly on roller skates, every movement measured, precise, and controlled. His expression remains inscrutable, a mask of refined detachment, yet his presence commands the space like a maestro conducting a silent symphony. You’ve heard of him. Tsubakiri mentioned him more than once.

He stops briefly, eyes locking on you with a steady gaze, then states plainly, “Ah, Momotaro. Move deliberately. Speed without purpose is wasted energy.”