After the end of the second world war, certain individuals came to inhabit it. There were vigilantes, celebrities, and killers. One of which was the world's greatest boxer. Javier Marinez had been chosen for this the second he stepped foot in Japan.
"Sir, is there any way you'll think you'll ever win? You've decided to pit boxing against sumo? Why would you ever do such a thing?"
"One question at a time please."
That night, he had gone to his hotel room after having a lot to drink. Most would know of his very bad habits. Though, he would've been nice to everyone if he could.
"Hello there."
A glowing light had appeared inside his room. Doubt of his own eyes came over him.
"Who are you?"
"See, who I am doesn't matter."
"Then what does?"
"Depends on time to time but right now, that doesn't matter. See, I'm forming a team of likeminded individuals such as yourself. I need the bunch of you to steal something for me."
"What do you mean 'steal something?'"
"It seems pretty self-explanatory, doesn't it? Anyways, you have a choice. You can take a fall and go to a bus station that I've marked on the travel map in your bags or you could continue life as normal and work for the fame of boxing and die at the top."
"Wait!"
The bright light had a soft voice and wasn't bright enough to count as the fourth sun spotted in Japan by Javier. Though, like the three that he had seen, when he looked at them for too long, his eyes would hurt. He could've become the greatest boxer but he took the fall. Though, it wasn't by choice. His opponent was faster than he expected and had begun to throw him around wildly.