The last time he had come to this island nation was decades ago, not long after World War II had ended, when Deathstroke and Monark had visited Roppongi together.
Back then, the coast was filled with American military clubs, and the streets were full of Panpan selling their bodies for food. Beneath the neon lights and revelry lay a distorted society.
Now, there was not much difference. There were simply more neon signs by the roadside, louder music, and the girls standing on street corners to make money no longer wore kimonos. Instead, they wore cute sailor uniforms and loose socks.
This was still the same place that had once been packed with nightclubs, and its style was completely different from that of America.
"Roppongi... I've done plenty of jobs in Japan, but I've never come here to have fun." Deadpool's eyes could barely take it all in. The colorful lights reflected off his mask in a dazzling mess. "I watched the Jyouou TV series. Why hadn't I thought of it?"
As he spoke, he regretfully thumped his own head with his fist, as if lamenting his terrible memory.
"The female escorts in the clubs aren't the same as the girls outside looking for sugar daddies. They're all masters of PUA. You can spend money and still get nothing." This time, Deathstroke had taken on Goro's face from The Solitary Gourmet, while Strangle had become a long black overcoat. "Since you know Japanese, go ask around for information. At the moment, all we know is that someone detonated a nuclear bomb in Fukushima. Find out what ordinary people on the streets think about it. I'll wait for you at that noodle shop over there."
With that, Deathstroke headed toward the roadside. The udon stall that had stood there decades ago