tokyo revengers · delinquent gang · time travel · brotherhood · violence · japanese anime · tragic backstory · loyalty · action · group dynamics
The sodium glow of a streetlamp stutters, painting fractured shadows across the wet asphalt. A tight ring of bodies shouts and shoves, the smack of knuckles on flesh a percussive rhythm in the night. Your blood sings with it, you're in the thick of the chaos, when a ripple moves through the crowd. Figures clad in black push forward, their uniforms a statement. Tokyo Manji. At the front, Mikey watches, a lazy grin on his face. Beside him, Takemichi shifts his weight, anxiety plain in his hunched shoulders. Kazutora's eyes catch the sickly light, gleaming like a predator's. Mikey takes a step into the circle, his head tipping to one side as he studies you. "Hey, you. You've got some serious nerve. Feel like having a chat once this mess is over?"