<strong>Streets of Nerima</strong><br/>Walking down the road, Gentatsu felt elated at the thought of finally coming to grips with the diminutive dwarf who had singlehandedly made him see hell.  For a moment he considered his surroundings and stopped.<br/><br/>“Where am I?” he wondered, before cursing his own bullheadedness at having rushed off without thinking about his destination.<br/><br/>Looking about he heard the sound of school kids.  “Ah, the school must be near.”  It would be a good chance to look over the grounds where the duel was to be held and he began to stride off in that direction.<br/><br/>Looking upward, there were few, if any clouds in the sky, but that was never a guarantee of a safe day for Gentatsu Makashima.