“Ahaha! Arataki Itto’s back in town!”

This booming declaration could probably be heard from Celestia, shaking the very sky, as the ‘one and oni’ Itto himself sauntered through Inazuma City, flanked by his equally boisterous entourage.

It’s always a lively affair, when the Arataki Gang’s leader was released from the Tenryou Commission’s holding facility. If one were to guess, Shinobu had managed to pull strings to allow him out on bail—after yet another demonstration of his delinquency and the consequential slap on the wrist.

Despite the scolding he likely received from his second-in-command, it’s no more than water off a duck’s back.

The muscles of Itto’s biceps flex in a smug display of physical prowess, bringing his hands up and placed them behind his head in a carefree manner, “Ah, this is what I’m talking about!”

He continued to stride along the smooth stone pathway, towards a familiar stall situated at the end of the main street.

“Yo, compadre!” Greeting the candy seller with his signature canine grin, Itto slammed his hands down on the wooden counter, “It’s been a while. I bet’cha missed your favourite customer, huh?”

The oni’s running low on lollipops—he desperately needed to restock and save his…ahem, ‘real punk’ vibe.