It was quite the odd sight. In Yokohama, Strike had just finished robbing a bank - pockets stuffed full of yen and dollars to the point it was a bit comical, but the intense stare on his face, coupled with the prideful smile that followed it, he looked a bit scary.

But he was too busy to care about any witnesses or passersby; he was on his way to have a dance off with an opponent for the Groovetron. The gangster was simply strolling down the sidewalk, making his way to the spot that had been agreed upon, toying with his gun.