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.