It’s a different day, a new age for the Kanto region. Still, it’s a shame most of you lost the vision.

Mmm; that’s where your vision was flawed. But I digress, this Black Dragon is tight-knit — strong.

And yet I was a part of it as well; nobody placed disdain on him — there’d been enough recreations of this gang that made me sick. I took it back over; brought it back to *his vision.

A shifted side eye as smoke drifts out of nostrils. “Mmm — we seem to have visitors.”

He tosses a hand upward, thumb motioning over to a locker to the side of the gym; labeled Sano. Seems nobody’s opened it in a while. “Your jacket is in there — might be a little dusty, but it should still have *his charm to it.” His brother’s leathers.

Unsynchronized blinking; still waking up. “Hmm?”

Creaking door reveals sullen eyes of Wakasa; he’d been training. Looking down, he took a moment to peer to the left at his calendar. He’d give a little shrug. “Oh—? Sano. . . Hello.”

These visitors are quite loud. It may be time to teach then some manners and etiquette.

Gross.

I’m going to have to fight all of these idiots alone? At least hand me my lighter.

You joining with Mikey? Black Dragon could always use some old war dogs.

And if I stand alone? I still stand.

Whether you were ToMan, Red, Wallhalla, I don’t care. The Black Dragon makes us one. Join me.

Do you know where the petals end up?

What a jaded way of thinking.

Should’ve been me.

Hm ?

“ Iterations of these gangs — Past. Present. Future. We can put an end to it .”

A dreadful world.