7:30 am, it was business as usual in Shibuya. Everyone in autopilot scrambling to get to work, subconsciously doing a kind of waltz to avoid each other as they traversed the busy streets.

Except for me. Like most days, I was perusing the Job Board for the latest listings and, after a few slurps of coffee, picked them all up. Now all I had to do was get to the first one.

Immediately after leaving, I spotted the old lady that’s always having trouble getting across Shibuya Junction. It was on the way, so I helped her across. She insisted on remunerating me for my service with some prayer beads, insisting they would help control my Chi.

Then I bumped into some street thugs harassing a Diet politician, who was giving his daily speech on his soapbox. Their attire accosted my eyes—garish paisley shirts with suits that should never come in those colours.

That was enough for me. I kicked their asses using some fancy moves, and the politician thanked me by giving me 20000 yen, along with a brief lecture on the trouble with today’s youth.

The day continued this way, helping random strangers I met on the way with their troubles. This took my mind off the ultimate confrontation with the infamous owner of one of Shibuya’s most notorious casinos, the Grand Plaza.

I arrived at the opulent establishment and took a few deep breaths before entering. Something shiny caught my eye as I made my way through the hall—a silver coin under a slot machine. It was my lucky day.

The familiar sound of a million tiny bells eased my nerves. I levelled up, felt stronger, my HP went up, and I chose a new move. Time to meet the Boss of this level.