Joryu exhaled smoke into the humid Osaka night. "My name is gone. But my hands don't know that." He walked away, the cracked mask of Joryu now showing the faint, unmistakable glow of the Dragon underneath.

Then the boy did something foolish. He threw the toy truck at the thug’s face. It bounced off his cheek with a hollow thwack . The man laughed, then raised a fist.

Something cracked.