A bright, perfect day. Weather that any normal person would hail as good fortune, basking in the glorious sunlight and doing something fun with their friends. Not for Shinji, apparently, as he was leaning up against the wall in a dark alleyway. He'd just finished dueling some crook who hardly put up a fight, now writhing on the ground. A classic case of being all bark and no bite. Shinji was going to stay a while, until something new came up. He didn't need to move, so he wasn't going to.

Whether it be luck or quite the opposite, a message soon reached his phone. He took out his little device and swiped a few times, reading the new e-mail. It seems the escorts to the tournament were being sent out- first by car, then by boat. On cue, a car showed up on the street adjacent to the alley; black and sleek, a typical business car. However, Shinji wasn't going to play by the organizer's rules quite yet, as he was sure he could get there faster with his own vehicle, parked just behind the crook.

"Get up, or get run over."

Shinji's threat was short and sweet as he walked past the bandit, who got up and ran away in turn. The man put on his helmet, black and with a full-face vizor. He took a seat in a one-wheeled Duel Runner, coloured a deep scarlet with orange streaks. Despite being elongated with a tip at the front and only having one wheel, the runner did not fall over due to an auto-balancer inside the front of the machine. Shinji revved it up once, twice and a third time. That should have been enough of a warning for any passerby to get out of the way. In one powerful burst, Shinji launched himself out of the alleyway. He had his runner jump over the car and then turn while it was still in the air, coming down on the ground with a loud crash as his wheel spinned against the pavement. Before anyone could blink an eye, the man was already speeding off onto the road.

Even if Duel Chasers tried to catch him, Shinji's runner isn't the most legal thing in the world. It breaks just about every speed regulation on the planet, so it would be hard to catch up if he went full power. Perfect for someone who lived on the edge. He cruised along the road without a care, the e-mail told him where to head to anyway. He could get there on his own merits just fine.