"I bet my Ass... Its definitely a D."
Ren glared at him in shock... and the next line took him by surprise.
"You are betting your ass too."
"What? but why?"
Ishiki was many things, but a coward wasn't one of them. That's why he'd, for the fifth time this week, bet his ass—yes, literally— and this time he bet it on the cup size of the Koyo clan's princess.
"You're going to lose, Ishiki. Mark my words," Ren hissed, bouncing alongside him with the rabid energy of a kid who mainlined five cans of cola after midnight. "Those were definitely an E."
The two boys walked through the dark street lit only by a flickering holographic toothpaste ad.
Well... there were also the neon lightnings from the support towers of Neo-Tokyo — The floating city, or more like a whole country, that covered the land below.
Most of the world had them now... the floating cities that have become the haven of the rich and really lucky ones who work there.
Like... slaves.
