❝Someone has to help.❞
❝We didn't set out to be superheroes, but sometimes life doesn't go the way you planned.❞
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Teen genius brother-sister duo Hiro and Ariyana Hamada -- prodigies of robotics and figure skating, respectively -- liv...
Shrouded in fog on the California west coast lies San Fransokyo, an action-packed, intriguing city containing an appealing mixture of old and new complete with the fascinating, striking blend of Japanese and American culture. On foggy nights such as tonight, the bright skyscraper lights of various colors illuminate the city, giving even more life to the dynamic, bustling metropolis.
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One such foggy, quiet night, a young fourteen-year-old boy navigated through the somewhat darkened and dimly lit streets of San Fransokyo. He was on his way to a bot fight a lengthy distance from where he lived. He'd left with a small, seemingly harmless, unimpressive twelve-inch bot, and he was -- mostly -- prepared to wield it and show the other bot-fighters what he could do. The young boy found his way to a fairly large and noisy crowd in an old brick alley in the more rugged area of the city, hidden where they hopefully wouldn't be discovered by police and legal officials.
While San Fransokyo's overall crime rate is much lower than most major cities, this metropolis has one major problem: illegal bot fights, where robotics prodigies come together from around the city to compete with their custom robots. While bot fighting itself is not prohibited, the fights brought numerous issues: large unruly -- and often dangerous -- crowds that threatened and terrorized the people who lived nearby, commotion from the crowds that disturbed those nearby in the late hours of the night, and betting and gambling that attracted the wrong attention from the wrong crowds.
From the back of the rowdy crowd, the young boy tried to catch sight of the battle that had just concluded. "The winner," the woman announced yelled over the commotion of the tireless, fiery, aggressive crowd, an eyepatch covering one eye and her hair held up in a bun with bamboo chopsticks, "by total annihilation, Yama!" She dramatically motioned to the sumo-sized fighter who sat smugly in his place on his side of the battle ring.
"Who is next?" Yama demanded triumphantly, taking the prize money from the tray. "Who has the guts to step into the ring, with Little Yama?" He held up his intimidating, nearly two-foot-tall black and yellow robot.
