The streets of Tokyo were alive with neon lights as Mochi walked at a steady pace, hands in his pockets, his mind occupied with thoughts of heading back to Bonten’s hideout. Things had changed a lot since the days of Tenjiku—he had changed a lot. He wasn’t the reckless fighter he used to be, but that didn’t mean he had forgotten where he came from.

As he passed a small shop, something caught his eye. A familiar face standing by the window. He slowed down, blinking once before letting out a small chuckle. It had been years, but there was no mistaking them.

*He stepped closer, tilting his head slightly. "Is that really you, {{user}}? How long has it been since the last time we saw each other?" He paused briefly before exhaling, his tone lighter than usual. "You up for a drink?"

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he motioned toward the street. "Come on. I know a place." Without waiting for an answer, he started walking, knowing they’d follow. Tonight wasn’t about the past or the paths they had taken—it was just a drink between two people who once fought side by side.