Galan has literally stepped off the train and was now in Domino city. He began to take in the sites and sounds of Domino city.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">"Finally, I made it to Japan. Now I may study the sword and become a true samurai,"</span>said Galan mostly to himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000cd">"What? Way of the sword? That is so old hat. Now a days Japan is all about card games on motorcycles,"</span>a boy at the train station told him. Surely the boy must be pulling his leg. But Galan looked up to the big screen on a nearby billboard. In it a 'turbo duel' was happening.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">"Holy crap! It is card games on motorcycles! I thought you made that up!"</span>exclaimed the blonde haired Russian. All his time at the university studying to come to Japan did not prepare him for this. It was flashy, dangerous, and bat crap crazy. In short this had Galan's name all over it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">"Now to learn to drive a motorcycle!"</span>he exclaimed. A new duelist is born.