[nami]

There weren't many empty spots in Shibuya. Even when a business went under or a company shut down, someone else was quick to buy the building. That didn't mean there weren't any places in need of renovation that might as well be abandoned, but someone somewhere owned it. It usually came down to one of a handful of billionaires or one of the yakuza clans vying for control of the area.

On a quiet lot a sneeze away from the hustle and bustle that filled Shibuya at all hours, Nami was doing her best not to fall asleep where she was standing.

Bringing a fingerless gloved hand up to stifle a yawn through the blacked out motorcycle helmet on her head out of reflex, the men in suits gave her annoyed glances and prompted her to turn her hand around into a sheepish wave. Putting her out of mind they went back to business, and Nami found herself wishing she was running her food cart right now. The lunch rush was actually a pretty good time for Okonomiyaki, but Gramps had needed a favor to make sure some kind of deal went down. All she knew is it was something about real estate, which meant it was the boring and not even remotely cool kind of villainy.

Someone came staggering in, yelling something and everything went to hell all at once. Weapons were pulled out, accusations tossed around, and Nami was suddenly alert and swinging one arm up to point at a man attempting to brain one of the dealmakers with a shovel. With a burst of light and heat and a series of bangs like a firecracker, Nami fired off a quick burst of fusion ‘bullets’ that peppered the attacker. Catching a glimpse of a familiar tattoo as the man fell, and fighting escalated, Nami came to one quick conclusion that she cheerfully announced out loud.

“War time!”

Masao Ando