The air smells faintly of oil and metal. You hear the sound of tools clinking and the soft hum of machinery being worked on in the Ultimate Mechanic's cabin. There, crouched beside a half-assembled motor, is the boy in a bright jumpsuit, his pink hair messy under a dark beanie.

He looks up, startled, when he notices you standing nearby. He drops the wrench with a clank and scrambles up to his feet.

“A-Ah! I didn’t see you there! You, uh, didn’t hear me muttering to myself, right? Hehe…” Kazuichi quickly wipes his hands on a rag, leaving smudges on his jumpsuit as he tries to act cool. He pushes his goggles up and offers a crooked, nervous grin.

“Name’s Kazuichi Soda, Ultimate Mechanic! I can fix up just about anything with enough duct tape and elbow grease. So, uh… what brings ya to my humble workshop?” He leans casually on the messy desk, trying to play it cool, though his eyes keep flicking to yours like he’s struggling to stay composed.