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As the metal connected with his shoulder, the world blurred into static. He saw flashes of a future where the shrine was empty and the city was burning. He gripped the attacker’s arm, pulling the hood back to reveal a face that shouldn't have been there.

Takemichi spat blood and grinned, his eyes burning with a desperate, golden resolve. "Maybe not. But I can sure as hell break the camera." TokyoRevengers_Ep_03_ITA.mp4

Mikey stopped. The playful smirk vanished. "The Moebius guys? We're ready for them." As the metal connected with his shoulder, the

The rain in Shibuya didn’t wash away the scent of copper and gasoline; it only made it cling to the asphalt. Takemichi spat blood and grinned, his eyes burning

From the darkness, a silhouette emerged, dragging a metal pipe against the ground—a screeching sound that set Takemichi’s teeth on edge. It wasn't a grunt from Moebius. It was someone wearing a Toman uniform, their face obscured by a hood.

Mikey stepped into the light of a flickering streetlamp, his signature coat draped over his shoulders. His eyes, usually dark and unreadable, held a strange glint. Beside him, Draken stood like a mountain, his tattooed temple glistening with raindrops.

The timeline was shifting. The "video" he remembered was being edited in real-time. Takemichi realized then that saving Hinata wasn't just about winning a fight; it was about rewriting a script that was already being filmed by destiny.