When the dust settled and the Black Dragons were defeated, Takemichi slumped against a pew, exhausted. He looked at his bruised hands and smiled. The timeline had shifted. The tragedy had been delayed.

The air in the Shibuya church was thick with incense and the metallic tang of impending violence. Outside, a Christmas Eve snow fell silently, but inside, the world was screaming.

As they rode back through the snowy streets of Tokyo, the neon lights reflecting off the slush, Takemichi knew the fight wasn't over. Kisaki Tetta was still out there, weaving his web. But for one night, the "Crybaby Hero" had changed the world.

"Taiju," Mikey said, his voice dropping to a whisper that echoed louder than any shout. "You're ruining my Christmas."

Takemichi Hanagaki stood on the cold stone floor, his legs trembling. He wasn't a fighter—he was a "crybaby hero"—but he knew that if he didn't stop the events of tonight, the future would remain a graveyard of his friends' dreams.

In front of him stood Taiju Shiba, the monster of the Tenth Generation Black Dragons. In the English dub, Taiju’s voice boomed with a terrifying, rhythmic authority, sounding less like a delinquent and more like a zealot.

The dub brought a raw, desperate grit to Takemichi’s voice—a cracking, high-pitched defiance that made even the Black Dragons hesitate. He took a punch that would have leveled a normal person, his vision blurring, but he didn't fall. He couldn't.

"I thought I smelled trouble," a calm, melodic voice drifted through the sanctuary.