The streets of the Land of Rice were far livelier than usual. Residents gathered along the roadside in small groups, craning their necks to watch the delegations from various countries pass by.
There was little reverence for the "Kage" in their eyes. Instead, they were filled with curiosity, even a hint of something strange.
More precisely, most of their attention was focused on one especially eye-catching, towering figure.
"Yo, yo—everybody step aside, because your number one fan is here!"
Killer B walked at the very back of the procession, gripping a glowing light stick in each hand and waving them up and down to the beat.
He wore a T-shirt printed with a doujin cover, its lines so bold that several elderly people by the roadside turned their faces away in unspoken agreement.
Yet Killer B paid no heed to the stares around him. He danced as he walked, spitting out strings of improvised rap:
"I heard Teacher Kou is right here~ So I rushed over without delay~~
I'll discuss art with my idol for three days and nights, bliss awaits us straight ahead~~"
He suddenly pointed one of his light sticks skyward and shouted:
"Who is the happiest person right now—"
"Us!!"
C and Darui stood on either side of him, each holding a light stick and wearing the same doujin-cover T-shirt as Killer B.
Killer B swung his light stick forward, his voice rising even higher.
"We are—"
"Teacher Itadori's most loyal supporters!!"
C and Darui shouted in unison.
"Oh~ yeah!!"
Killer B spread his arms and pulled the two men beside him into a tight embrace.
He raised his head to the sky, two streams of hot tears rolling down from beneath his sunglasses.
"You two get a perfect score!!"
"Not at all, Chairman. You're the one