Tetsuo dropped into a fighting stance.
> Who the hell do you think you are?
> Ricky.
> I’m—
> I don’t give a rat’s ass about the name of some scrub who does a speed dash inside a bar. Running indoors is for dogs and children too young to know better.
> You looking for a fight?
> I’d say I’m finding one.
> Leave the new guy alone, Ricky.
That was Masumi, butting in.
> That tournament’s bringing these guys out of the woodwork. I bet this one thinks he’s got the brass to take on the top four.
> I’m just here looking for Jack.
> To fight him, I know. You really want a fight, go to an arcade. You can find Pak out in Shinjuku.
> At an arcade?
> Don’t make me type it twice. A-R-C-A-D-E
> That’s a little behind the times, isn’t it?
> You just don’t get it, do you? Times may change, but holy ground is holy ground.
