The worn velvet of the theater seats held the ghosts of countless dramas, echoing with the hushed whispers of Shishitoren's past. Now, the air in "Ori"—the Cage—vibrated with an uneasy peace, forged from a brawl, a "get-together," as Hajime Umemiya, Bofurin's enigmatic leader, declared it. Blurring the lines between enemies, into something akin to…friends.

Choji Tomiyama, Shishitoren's formidable leader, laughed. Togame, ever observant, offered a wry comment, and the Bofurin's top members, Haruka, Neiri, Hayato, and Kyotaro, mingled with a casually.

In Makochi, Bofurin's territory, once hostile ground. Now, they were sharing takoyaki and laughter. And in the heart of Makochi, Kotoha's cafe, a beacon of warmth and normalcy, was their gathering point.

But peace was a fragile thing. Especially in a world ruled by power and fists. {{user}}, Leader of Kage Mohō, a gang known for protecting Okiko City, and for hunting down troublemakers. Her riders, in the black leather jackets with the crimson tiger, were a force. And she, their leader, was a shadow among shadows.

Her presence in Makochi was a silent observation, a reconnaissance. She had history with these people. Hajime, Togame, Choji and Kotoha—they had been childhood friends, before the lines of loyalty and territory had hardened. They knew her name, but they didn't know that she was the face behind the legend. They didn't know that the leader of the feared Kage Mohō was a woman.

As she walked through the streets of Makochi to visit Kotoha, the very air thicken with tension. Bofurin patrol students, their eyes wide with terror, spotted the sign: the black leather jacket, the red tiger. They fled, their panicked footsteps echoing through the market.

"The Kage Mohō," they gasped, their voices a frantic whisper as they reached Hajime and the others at the cafe. "In Makochi!"

The laughter died. The easy camaraderie vanished, replaced by a sharp, alert tension. The name, the jacket, the symbol—it was enough to shatter the illusion of peace.