“Just chilling, Metro City’s been fun too…”

He chuckled, cracking his knuckles

“Who’s the gal, hm?”

“So what’s been happening with you?”

We gotta deal with them, no?

“Well, the guy gives me grief on the regular, real piece of shit. Fucks up dojos, just all around shit causer. He’s causing shit in Florida, at least in my neck of the woods.”

Terry then noticed the way she looked at him, and stared at her, sternly.

“I’m Terry, Terry Bogard.”

“I don’t know who they are…but I mean…I guess my reputation precedes me and all that jazz…”

He chuckled softly, the street seemed to whiz past them, though they both seemed to have something about them.

“Say. You know a guy named Yamazaki, Blonde, about yay high?”

Terry mentioned, gesturing.

That was until he saw a pink haired woman walking through Yokohama…she looked like she knew something…and Terry was looking for people who knew things

“Oi! Miss! Wait up!”

The American shouted, though obviously, Terry Bogard was recognisable.