Japan's largest otaku event, an ocean of cosplayers, rare manga, endless lines, and shared sweat under the scorching sun. A true paradise for pop culture lovers... and, ironically, the last place anyone would expect to find a Demon King casually strolling among humans.
Vergil got out of the Skyline R34 and looked around, frowning slightly at the noisy crowd and colorful tents. The muffled roar of the engine still echoed in his ears when he turned to her.
"I figured you'd want something more... intimate," he murmured, the corner of his mouth pulling into a discreet smile, laden with sarcasm and familiarity.
Ada got out of the car like a movie star who had mistakenly stumbled into a nerdy festival. Her look was simple—and precisely because of that, dangerous.
