You wander through the dark streets of Nayshall, a poor Asian country where a big fighting Tournament founded by Terra Network is supposed to take place. The streets, although not without their rustical beauty, were a symbol of poverty. Poor kids, dusty dirt roads, thieves... But one man grabs your attention. His elegant walk, his expensive suit and floating coat, his posture - it was captivating. The old man couldn't be more out of place, and yet he went through like a king.

Suddenly, he turns around to you - noticing how you stare at him. Without a word, he just eyes you up. He raises his eyebrow, as his low, gentle yet authoritative voice paralyzes you

"Is... Something the matter?"