Sushi! Sushi! Sushi!

Three monkey fingers lit up in Adagio Dazzle's hand.

She palmed the totem in her glove, rosy eyes narrowing on the brightening phenomenon.

SCREEE-EECH!!!

The car hit a bump. The three women's bodies rose and fell for the two point two seconds that the vehicle was airborne. Spare chunks of jewelry flew out the window—littering the streets and sidewalks of Tokyo beyond.

“Could you keep it steady...?” Dagi growled.

“Hey... it's a fuckin' East Asian metropolis.” Aria's steely eyes scanned the urban horizon. “You just hold onto your tits.” With glowing knuckles, she steered the vehicle effortlessly left and right, avoiding honking cars and shrieking pedestrians by mere hairs. “Assuming you've got any to grip onto.” She grinned beneath her lantern fish helmet. “Get it? Cuz you're flat as an ironing board?”

“You're not exactly the capacious mountains of Hokkaido yourself, dearie.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey—uh—guys?” Sonata stuck her head into the center of the swaying car's interior. “Sorry to interrupt this smexy conversation and all—but my Number One's all outta juice!”

“You'd better keep eating, then~” Adagio grunted, shoving Sonata's bag of snacks into her lycra'd chest.

“Hrmmfff...” Sonata pouted beneath her barracuda mask. “Seems like eating is all I do these days.”

“Y'know...” Aria calmly purred while swerving the vehicle in and around yelping Tokyo citizens on bicycles. “...since she's gotta stuff her gullet to pull off that wacky-ass summoning shiet...” She shot bolts of teal light into the body of the car, lifted its left wheels off the ground, and narrowly avoided running over a gaggle of schoolgirls on the sidewalk. “...shouldn't we be calling that quirk 'Number Two?!?'”

“Mrmruuff fadffe eff Mumffeerf Ftwoo!” Sonata spat through a wad of bagel crumbs.

“Hell...” Aria jerked the car back onto all fours and casually swerved around a lane of stagnant traffic. “I'd kill to keep my sexy-ass figure after gorging every minute of every day like that~”

“Fourth finger...!” Adagio gasped, spotting the glow intensifying in her totem. “It's the same with yours and Sonata's!” She pointed dramatically out Aria's driver-side window. “Quick! Turn here! Head west!”

Screeeeeeech! Aria yanked at the steering wheel. With a burst of light, the vehicle effortlessly zoomed in the direction requested. Vrmmmmmmmm! They hit a bump and descended just milliseconds before smashing into the bottom of a subway train overpass. Cr-Crkkkk! The getaway car's wheels clipped the signs off two cab cars in a row before landing on clean asphalt and zooming up a concrete embankment flanked by neon signs.

“He's gotta be nearby...” Adagio gnashed her teeth, staring once again at the totem. “...surely the whole debacle back there drew him out!”

“Didn't Saru-whatshisname say that this guy has a boner for vigilantism?” Aria remarked, eyes locked on the blurring road ahead. Screeeeeech! “Makes you wonder why he didn't come straight to us.”

“Because—!” Adagio gripped the Jesus bar as the car flew off another bump and landed. “Htt—! Because there was too much police presence! But now that we've done away with all that, we're bringing the party to a spot where he's sure to show up!”

“Yeah, and if this assblower doesn't?! What then?” Aria blew out the side of her mouth. “Seems like an awful waste of wheels and gold!”

“Don't be so daft...” Adagio rolled her eyes beneath her shark helmet. “You jacked these wheels from the side streets.”

“No—I hotwired it off a sales lot...” Aria freed one glove just long enough to gesture. “There's a difference. At least insurance-wise.”

“Mrmmmf!” Sonata leaned in again. “And if we have enough diamonds and gold left—we can pawn it off for V-Bucks!”

“Pfffft. Fuck that.” Aria Blaze rolled her eyes. Vrmmmmm!!! “Just uninstall and switch to Apex already!”

“Guah!” Sonata looked like she had just taken a bullet wound to the chest. “And leave you both to do duos without me?!? Not on your nelly!!”

“Look, we've been over this! You—” Aria Blaze blinked. “...hold on.” She yanked wildly at the streering wheel.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!!

With glowing wheels, the car surged left, ramped sideways off the edge of a subway entrance, and then landed all four tires against a skyscraper just in time to avoid a construction sight that was situated below. The sirens' car was now driving off multiple vertical buildingfaces in a low, leaving dirty tire-tracks and cracked glass across multiple window panes.

“You keep rushing in with DMRs and Heavy Sniper Rifles!” Aria grunted, steering carefully to avoid awnings and flagpoles looming ahead through the cockeyed windshield. “When instead you should be using shotguns while bumrushing the shitkids!”

“But I hate shotguns!” Sonata blubbered. “They take so long to reload!”

“Meanwhile—as you flounder around like a noob—you get smoked by fuckin' bots!”

“I do not get fragged by bots!”

“I'm quite certain several of them were bots,” Dagi droned.

Sonata gawked at her as the world soared sideways out the window. “You're taking her side?!?”

“Look...” Adagio gestured, eyes still locked on the monkey pendant. “...just settle for the submachine guns and assault rifles if you hate reloading so much—but at least stick to ranged attacks!”

“That—or carry all the support items for us.”

“Uh-uh!” Sonata angrily crossed her arms. “I am not going to be the squad's heal-bitch!”

“Heheh...” Aria smirked wryly. “You're already halfway there, betch!” She yanked right on the wheel—THW-THW-THWP!!!—the car leapt clean off the building, barrel-rolled in naked air, and landed with a splash of teal-light on asphalt, zooming down a clear straightaway. VRMMMMMMM!!! “Might as well be our healing puppet!” She looked back just long enough to make a lewd gesture with two fingers and a tongue. “Bettttch!”

“Ugh...” Sonata rolled her eyes. “Next time we drop, I'm just gonna rush Vader and grab the lightsaber.”

“They patched that out too,” Aria yawned.

“Shut! UP!” Sonata cried. “As if the tanks weren't enough?!?!

“Five!” Adagio sat up excitedly—her pendant glowing completely. “Five fingers!” She slapped Aria's shoulder multiple times. “Stop! Stop here, Ari!'

Aria made a face. “Where— 'here'???”

“Just slam the brakes!” Adagio insisted. “We're practically under his nose!”

“Oh for the love of Hitachi...” Clenching her teeth, Aria slammed both of her boots into the brake pedal.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECHHH!!!

The muscle car spun five times, miraculously missing a myriad of cars and pedestrians. Then—at long last—it came to a rubber-burning stop in the middle of a gigantic open intersection demarcated by white lines on gray asphalt.

“Mrmmmff!” Adagio and her familiars jerked back and forth as the car finally went still. Straightening her helmet, the leader of the sirens looked all around through the open windows. “Just where in blazes are we, exactly?”

“Gasp!” Sonata's eyes shimmered like shooting stars. “Shibuyaaaaaaaaa!”

“Mrmfff...” Aria Blaze rolled her eyes. “It would be Shibuya Crossing.”

“Hey!” Sonata pointed out the window. “Starbucks!” She bounced up and down in seat, dropping loose Pocky sticks and diamond rings. “Who wants a spiced pumpkin latte?!?”

“Stuff it and get out,” Adagio said. “He's here.”

“Our target?” Aria asked, flicking a wrist and opening every door of the car with a single burst of teal light. “You sure?”

Adagio waved her identically-glowing pendant. “These fingers have never lied before.” Soon, she and her siblings stood on all sides of the dormant muscle car. “Oh... hmmm...” Adagio's pupils shrank as she scanned their surroundings. She tongued the inside of her mouth with mixed apprehension. “This complicates things.”

Surrounding the trio was a veritable tsunami of city life. Cars, trucks, bikes, and freight vehicles were frozen stuck at every light. A circular wall of citizenry gawked at the sirens from all angles. The expressions of the thick living soup was a heterogeneous concoction of confused, frightened, and vehemently angry. Several cars honked and perplexed mouths spat with a phalanx of confounded tongues. Hovering over the mass of humanity, dozens if not hundreds of plasma screens, advertisements, and neon lights cast a lukewarm spotlight on the runaway burglars.

“Yeesh...” Sonata shifted the weight of her weapons and bags. “An awful lot of fart-sniffers out today.”

“It's Shibuya Fucking Crossing,” Aria droned, eyebrows flatter than razors. “Let's get the drop on this elusive motherfucker and ride Sona's Number Two out of here.”

“Just where is he in all this mess??” Sonata stammered.

“One way to find out.” Adagio raised her totem up high. “With me, ladies~”

“Erffgh...” Aria lethargically complied.

Soon Sonata too was lifting her pendant.

The monkey fingers of all three totems glowed and glittered as one. It took some “feeling about,” but soon the trio had the converging golden lights fixated on one singular spot in the crowd.

“There!” Adagio nodded with her helmet. “He's literally standing in that location!”

Aria Blazed clenched her teeth. Her helmet's visor reflected dozens of gawking citizens gathered in that particular cluster. “It doesn't exactly narrow things down...”

“Then I guess I'll have to draw him out...” Adagio took a deep breath, lifting the jaws of her shark helmet to expose the lower half of her face. “...remember—I won't be my usual charming self for a while afterwards. That will give us—mostly you and Sonata—a small window of time to wrangle him down.”

“Yeah, I know the drill.” Aria glanced aside. “What about his quirks?”

“Just shove him through a gate via Sonata's Number Two and we can deal with him elsewhere.” Adagio cleared her throat more than once. “N-now...” She grasped a hand around her throat and leaned back. “...nobody speak over me.”

“Yeah? What about the heroes, though?” Sonata asked.

“What heroes?”

Before Sonata could point—

THUDDDDD!!!

—an enormous blue boot slammed into the ground just meters away from the car.

The sirens looked up... and up and up and up—

“Stop!!” The voice booming from the living tower of humanity was enough to shake most mortal beings off their feet. The Sirens bravely stood their ground, all the while encumbered by the shadow of a menacing giantess looming two hundred meters above them in the downtown heart of Tokyo. With massive limbs swaying in white-and-blue spandex, Mt. Lady glared through her horned mask and pointed authoritatively down at the criminal trio. “That's as far as you go, you three!”

“Ho-leee-Cowwwwww...” Sonata Dusk slowly reached into a snack bag and chewed on a peanut butter wafer “Mrmmmfff... overkill, much?”

“You said it,” Adagio exhaled.

Meanwhile, Aria Blaze narrowed her eyes. “That's not a camel-toe. That's a camel-canyon.”

“Did you hear me?!?” Mt Lady snarled. A flicker of angry fire rippled across her violet eyes. “I'm supposed to be on vacation, you diabolical ingrates!!!”

Just as the whole of Shibuya ceased rumbling from her latest outburst, two more heroic figures emerged, perched nimbly on the giantess' shoulders.

“Take it easy, Takeyama...” Death Arms cracked the joints in his neck, clad in a polo shirt and slacks that undermined his otherwise overwrought physique. “Some of us are retired...” An artery in his neck pulsed. “But you don't hear us complaining.”

“True heroes always answer the call of justice!” Kamui Woods squatted on Mt Lady's other shoulder—looking more than a little awkward in a t-shirt and jeans under his trademark wooden mask. “No matter the time or place!”

An oceanic bead of sweat formed on Mt. Lady's temple as she glared aside at her normal-sized familiar. “I am soooo smashing your phone after this...”

Back down at sea level:

“Soooooo...” Sonata leaned in towards Adagio. “...change of plans?”

“Don't be silly,” Adagio hummed in a calm breath. “This actually works in our favor.”

“Uhm... how, exactly?” Aria leaned in as well, eyes trained on the sudden opposition. “I can smell the friggin' bitch's kaiju queefs from down here.”

“I am going to employ my Number One. The chaos will be too much for them to handle. Stick to the plan—get the target out of here. Once elsewhere, we converge and I'll use my Number Two.”

“Okie dokie karaoke...” Sonata Dusk nevertheless gulped. “But if this goes south, I'm farting us to our separate safe houses instead.”

“Don't even dream of it~” Adagio hissed. “We've come too far to fail Sarumaru now.”

“Well?!?” Mt Lady clenched her gloved fists as she raised her boot once again—hovering it threateningly about the three masked women. “We can do this the easy way—or the hard way!”

“What do you have to say for yourselves, evil-doers?!?” Kamui Woods shouted.

“Ah-ah-ahem...” Adagio placed a diva-esque hand over her lycra'd chest. “Chiefly this...” Then—striking a theatrical pose—she thrust her throat to the heavens and spoke with an unnaturally booming voice, echoing across the courtyard in unbroken English: <ATTACK US WITH ALL THAT YOU'VE GOT, SHINJI!!!>

A faint rose light issued outward from Adagio's figure, following the reverberations of her pronounced outburst. For a moment there, the vocalization sapped the noise from everyone and everything in Shibuya. Then—in oozing seconds of abject confusion—every living person blinked and shook their heads, as if processing a thundercloud that had oozed in and out of their skulls. Even Mount Lady and her companions looked confused.

Just along the edge of the intersection—

Vrmmmmmmm!!!

—a scuffed and battered police car rolled up to the scene. Three bruised officers swiftly hopped out, accompanied by Detective Tsukauchi. Tsukauchi took his hat off and lifted his head high, gazing all around as he craned an ear to the sky.

“What... was that voice just now...?” He blinked. “...why is everyone just staring at them?”

He peered past the legs of Mt. Lady, blinking at the three sirens. His gaze ultimately rested on Adagio, who still was standing in her theatrical pose.

“...it was her, wasn't it?”

A dark patch of shadow loomed just beneath Adagio's chin, resembling a tiny fog that clung to her vocal chords. What's more, the rosiness in her eyes appeared noticeably drained as she lowered her head and gazed out her shark helmet at the crowd, awaiting for a response. Any response.

She wasn't alone.

“Did thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat...” Sonata gestured. “...do anything?”

Just then—one after another—voices lit the air. Male voices. Angry Japanese male voices foaming at the teeth.

“You whore!”

“Criminal scum!”

“Ruin my day, will you?!”

“I was supposed to be at work!!”

“You asked for it!”

“I'm going to stomp your face in!”

Suddenly—dozens of random men from all ages and walks of life came sprinting out of the crowd, rushing the very center of Shibuya Crossing. Salary workers tossed their neckties and briefcases, truck drivers abandoned their vehicles, and even a few school boys dropped all of their belongings as they charged full-speed at the three sirens.

“Get ready to lose all your teeth!”

“You're going to regret ever being born!”

“I'll teach you to mess with my neighborhood!”

“Whoahhhhhhhh-dang!” Sonata Dusk was lost between a gasp and a giggle. “It's an entire army!”

“Goddammit! You should have thought this through, Dagi!” Aria Blaze snarled, readying her weapon. “Just how many goddamn fuckers in this country are named 'Shinji'?!?”

Adagio could only gnash her teeth. She clasped a hand to her neck and shook her head, helplessly mute.

“Just how long is she gonna be like that, again??” Sonata stammered.

“Worry about that shit later!” Aria Blaze cocked her gun and fired a stream of bullets in a ricocheting line across the asphalt. Rat-a-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat!!! “Back off, Shinji-stains!”

But this did not dissuade the charging phalanx of citizens in the least. The random men rushed straight at the group, eyes glinting with the same rosy color as the phenomenon issuing earlier from when Adagio had previously hollered in a foreign tongue.

“Oh for fuck's sake...!” Aria grumbled.

“Nothing we can't handle!” Sonata swung her bags full of diamonds and jewelry at the first line of amateur combatants. “Hiiii-YAAA!” Smack!!! Grunting individuals fell to the concrete, the rose light extinguishing in their eyes upon impact. “Hah!” Grinning beneath her barracuda mask, Sonata performed hand chops and high-kicks, easily repelling the berserk rushers. “It's like swatting flies!”

Mount Lady, however, wasn't having nearly as good of a time. “Whoah! H-hey! What are you all doing?!?” Her epic figure teetered and flailed, struggling not to step onto the random male citizens rushing past her enormous boots. “Are you people crazy?!? Leave the v-villains to us!”

“Grgggh!” Death Arms struggled to keep clinging to her shoulder. “Takeyama!! K-keep steady—!”

“I'm doing all I can to keep from squashing these idiots! What in the world's gotten into them—AACK!” Rather comically, she fell backwards and straight towards the nearest subway station. Through sheer gut instinct, the registered hero forced her body back to a normal woman's size before she could crush anyone or anything...

...which did not go well for Death Arms. “Shiiiiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiiiit—!!” Falling over two hundred meters to earth, the heavy hero went plunging straight through the collapsing metal chassis of a police car. CRUNNNNNCH!!! “Oooof...” Bruised and dazed, Death Arms stared up at the sky, catching a tan overcoat in his peripheral vision. “Tsukauchi...”

Detective Tsukauchi tilted the brim of his hat. “Death Arms.” A sweaty smirk. “I do appreciate you and your friends showing up.”

“Meh.”

Back in the center of Shibuya Crossing, the three sirens stood shoulder to shoulder, fighting off the shrinking ring of random attackers with relative ease. Years of martial arts practice met amateur muscle, and the attack that threw Mount Lady off-balance was easily repelled. Soon, a growing ring of bruised and battered bodies lay writhing on the concrete.

“This would be a very good time for our target to show up and prove that this hasn't been a waste of our precious fuckin' time!!!” Aria Blaze snarled in between swinging fists into men's faces. She turned to parry another attack—WHAM!!!—only for a wild tree-branch to smack her across the helmet, knocking her onto her butt. “Ooomf!

“You foul denizens of the underworld!!!” Kamui Woods shouted. His shrunken pupils twitched in a rose-colored haze under his wooden helmet as he swung more tree-like tentacles at the sirens. “I shall have you criminals locked behind bars, if it's the last thing I do!!!”

“Craaaaaaap!!!” Sonata Dusk blocked his wild and thoughtless attacks with the full length of a shotgun. Her boots produced sparks as she was pushed backwards across the asphalt. “Lemme guess—HE'S named 'Shinji' too!”

Adagio Dazzle winced, her upper body still absorbed in a dark cloud.

“Nishiya...!” Mount Lady hobbled up to her feet across the intersection, rubbing her normal-sized head and wincing at the sight of her frenzied companion. “Sn-snap out of it!”

“NEVERRRRR!” Kamui Woods spat through his helmet as he swung branch after branch at Sonata and Adagio, forcing them both back until they cowered behind the muscle car—which he then proceeded to smash into a pile of glass and shrapnel. CRKKKKK! “THESE—” CRASSSH! “—VIXENS—” SMASSSSSH! “—ASKED FOR IT!!!”

“How right he is...” Sonata glared aside at Adagio, then hollered over her shoulder. “Aria!! We could use a hand!”

“Working on it...!!” From a distance, two tiny motors roared to life.

“Huh???” Sweating, the frenzied Kamui Woods looked over.

Aria Blaze had opposite hands gripping the handles of two separate mopeds that she had yanked from a nearby storefront. With bursts of teal light, she propelled both vehicles forward. They dragged her body the full distance between the edge of the street and Kamui Woods. At the last second, she grunted and spun her body, effectively propelling one moped across the hero's face in a mechanical uppercut—SMASSSH! She followed this up with a mid-air kick to the second moped, which sent the enchanted vehicle sailing hard into his gut and pinballing him across Shibuya Crossing.

“Go hump a tree, hippy!” Aria hollered as she backflipped back to her boots.

“Ooooomf—” Kamui Woods went sailing over Mt Lady's head and—SMASSSH!!!—into the glass overhang of a subway exit. Mt Lady and multiple shrieking citizens flinched from the ensuing debris.

One body, however, was unaffected from the flying glass and metal. It was a tall figure—square and muscular—obscured by a thick dark overcoat, save for his rose-glowing eyes.

Adagio gasped mutely. With one hand grasping her neck, she reached out and pointed at the target in question.

Sonata followed her finger—then saw the bright flicker of their three monkey paw totems. A sharp inhale, and she faced the distant target directly. “That's him?”

“Foolish super villains...” The stranger's voice rolled in a deep bass-y Japanese that would make Hunnic invaders quiver. His left arm burnt through the sleeve of his jacket with rippling lava while the other arm steamed with living water. Layer by layer, his upper clothes melted off, revealing hardened skin with the texture of volcanic slade. A head of long stringy black air framed a menacing face, with razor sharp teeth clenched in the glinting sun as the man's pace quickened from a march to a jog, aimed directly at the trio. “You dare challenge the Great Shinji Kazan?!?!”

“Awwwwwwwwwww Hell...” Aria Blaze reached to the ground for her fallen machine gun and cocked it. Ch-Chtung! She spat into the gold light of her shimmering necklace. “Thaaaaaaat's our fucker, alright!”

“He seems pretty drool-y,” Sonata remarked. “Otherwise, I'm sure he would have sniped us with his quirks by now!”

Aria and Adagio exchanged glances. After a knowing nod, Aria barked to Sonata: “So let's take the friggin' advantage! Pick a door for us to rush him with through your Number Two!”

“On it!” Sonata Dusk sprinted full-speed towards the bottom floor entrance of the Starbucks. “Think we can get some pumpkin spice just before—?”

“My sister in Christ—WILL YOU FUCKIN' DROP IT WITH THE PUMPKIN LATTES?!?!” Aria Blaze hollered. PHRMMMBBB!!! The asphalt directly in front of her melted from a projectile splooge of burning lava. “Whoah dayum!” Aria leapt back from the steaming impact, sweating towards their target.

Shinji Kazan had a burning hand outstretched. “You asked for this fight, filthy vultures.” His eyes flickered with residual rose as he quickened his pace. “And by my honor, you shall have it!”

“Try a new pickup line, tough guy.” Aria whistled aside to Adagio, then tossed the lead siren her assault rifle. “Hey, Harpo! Keep him mad and meatheaded! I'm gonna shove his ass through Sonata's door!”

Catching the rifle, Adagio nodded and unleashed the full ammo clip straight at the incoming threat. RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!

“Mrmmff! Hrnnngh!” P-Ping! Ping! Kazan's hardened chest easily deflected the first few bullets. He swung his liquid arm forward and absorbed the rest of the projectiles—so that they soon floated like lead soup in his elemental appendage. “It is I who am the final judge and executioner of these Tokyo streets!”

“Yeah, keep talking, ya melon fuck.” Aria Blaze perched atop what was left of the muscle car that Kamui Woods had smashed. “Hrnnnngh...!” She clenched her teeth as she channeled waves of teal-colored energy into the battered chassis. “Come on... come on, girl...—Dagi!”

Switching to her shotgun, Adagio backed up to the car, unloading blast after blast towards Shinji Kazan. BLAM! BLAM!

Kazan absorbed the shots, bruised and bleeding but mostly unfazed. “You want chaos?!?!” He swung his water-y arm, flinging the machine gun bullets back like buckshot. “HAAAAUGH!”

Adagio gasped.

Eyes flicking, Aria twitched her wrist and—CRNNNCH!!!—forced the muscle car's hood to lift up in time to block the projectiles. Cl-Cl-Cl-Cl-Clank!!! Adagio breathlessly leapt onto the vehicle beside her and the two sirens braced themselves as the tires of the wrecked car magically spun and—SCREEEEEECH!!!—the hunk of metal plowed its way across the street atop a river of sparks and slammed straight into Kazan's chest.

WHUMP!

“Ooomf!” Kazan's body reeled.

“!!!” Wordless, Adagio leaned forward and grasped his stone-hard midsection, pinning him tighter to the front of the vehicle as all of them roared across Shibuya Crossing.

“Wench!” Kazan swung his lava arm straight at her. “Let go—!” WHAM! A face full of jewelry smacked him square in the face from Aria's loot bag. “Aaaaah!” Gold and silver littered the urban world blurring beyond him.

“Money can't buy you balls, assmunch!” Aria sputtered, freeing one arm to grip him as the car beneath her shoved the group straight towards the Starbucks entrance. “Sona!!!”

“Ready and waiting!” Sonata Dusk had just finished stroking the framework of the Starbucks' front entrance with her gloved hands. There was a gray haze, accompanied by the sound of invisible leaves, and the coffee shop beyond the door was replaced with hard stone and green vegetation. “Sushi sushi sushi—!”

Scrkkkkkk! The car carrying the other sirens and Kazan flew straight into the buildingside, hitting a curb. The chassis lurched, crashing to a stand-still while flinging the combatants straight forward and into the freshly-conjured portal. Sonata leapt in milliseconds later. As soon as the four vanished, the sound of leaves resumed. The gray haze vanished. One last blink—and the dormant entrance flickered back to the interior of a Starbucks.

In the wake of the quartet of quirk-users vanishing, Shibuya Crossing fell under an eerie silence. The asphalt was covered with debris, bullet shells, and a copious amount of loose jewelry. Slowly, the brainwashed men and boys recovered from the rose-tinted fog that had consumed them. Death Hands and Mt Lady hobbled over to check on Kamui Woods, who appeared as though he was waking up from a strange dream.

The overall crowd was speechless over what had actually taken place. And while what remained of Captain Kando's flooded the intersection from all corners of Tokyo...

...Detective Tsukauchi paced over to the entrance of Starbucks. He stared at the steaming, wrecked remains of the muscle car... then back at the bodies of citizens who were bruised, embarrassed, dazed—but still altogether much alive.

“So... they have multiple quirks...” The young detective stroked his chin in thought. “...nobody outright killed... and the stolen valuables left behind.” His eyes narrowed. “...just what in heaven's name were they after?” A solid blink. He reached into a pocket of his trenchcoat and wrote down a name that still reverberated in his skull. “'Shinji... Kazan...'”