The ground floor of the arena begins shaking at Red's cue, like something is trying to break free from the earth. One by one, the projectors around the arena begin flashing a blinding, prismatic display. If anybody wants to buff themself before the match begins, now is the time!

All is white for a moment, then when it fades away, the combatants find themselves in... a sleepy, rustic Japanese town? The sky is a beautiful yellow, the colors are bright and vibrant, and the streets are completely and utterly empty.

And... is that a sinister laugh on the wind? One that is most definitely familiar to Okuyasu.

All participants begin within one street of one another, within clear view of all other combatants. The tension lingers in the air. Who will make the first move?