[center][h2][color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color][/h2]
Esaka, The Tiered City
Lvl 9 [color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi[/color] (62/90) -> Lvl 9 (63/90) 
Word count: 417 words[/center]



Wandering throughout the city, and taking in the sights, Zenkichi got to enjoy a little taste of home. It was certainly on the rough side, with the middle and high tiers more resembling a proper Japanese city, but the overall theme of Esaka was still very much Japanese. He meandered around, passing the records store that had so miserably disappointed Junior and Rika, Clean Hits. He paused outside for a moment before shaking his head and carrying on. He’d never been a huge fighting game guy at the arcade, anyway. And he certainly wasn’t some record-obsessed old man.

The city of fighters was, predictably, a fairly lively place, though thankfully there weren’t brawls going on all around. That being said, he did catch sight of a big-ass yokai fighting Amaterasu and Pit, but they more than had it covered, so he moved on to other sights. Food stalls catering to the late breakfast crowd, offering breakfast, brunch, and even some lunch items, alongside coffee for those unlucky enough to have gone without until now. 

It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for, however, and as he approached a stall with a few weird-looking [url=https://i.imgur.com/4aRVXQF.png]robots[/url] in it. Above them were the banners for the various tournaments, and Zenkichi paused for a moment to think about which he’d end up joining. Mulling over the various logos, he decided on Tekken. Approaching the booth, he greeted the robot, which replied flatly, “Good morning, prospective fighter. Are you here to register for a tournament?” 

[color=BFBFBF]”Yeah, I am.”[/color]

“What is your name, which dojo do you represent, and which tournament would you like to enter?” It followed up, just as flatly as before. 

[color=BFBFBF]”Zenkichi Hasegawa. I represent Ultra Fight Da Kyanta, and I would like to participate in the Tekken tournament…uh, I think the official name was the King of Iron Fist?”[/color]

“I am familiar with the colloquial name of the King of Iron Fist tournament, prospective fighter, but your attention to detail is commended. I will record your information for confirmation of eligibility. You are free to return to your previous course of action. Have an excellent day.” Efficiently dismissed, Zenkichi gave the combot a nod before stepping away for another registrant to sign up. 

[color=BFBFBF]”Hey, everybody, it’s Zenkichi. Just an update, I’m all signed up for a tournament. So, uh…we wanna get lunch once we’re all set up?”[/color] Terry had brought up the suggestion earlier, so he figured it’d be a good idea to bring it up.