The Glowline was even better than they thought.
Vendors shouting over each other. Bells ringing from cart handles. Steam curling off grills. Paper lanterns strung between balconies, swaying in a breeze that smelled like frying batter and burnt sugar. Music from three different speakers colliding in the middle of the street and somehow making it work.
The eight of them stood in the center of everything, faces tipped up, eyes jumping from color to color.
"Pick one direction" Arashi said.
Nobody picked. The street picked for them.
A man in a light purple vest waved them toward a long counter with polished toy rifles laid out in slots. He thumbed a switch and targets rose on rails behind the counter - not cardboard cutouts, but small round drones with glossy shells and blinking green lamps. A shot counter ticked up on the board behind his head.
"Hey, young man! You look like you have good aim! It's simple" the vendor shouted. "Hit three, win a prize."
