Toman

Au Version after the Final Time Leap - the Tokyo Manji never disbanded. A new Future for the now grown up men who are in their thirties. ) You moved to Shibuya, Tokyo about a month ago. In this short time, you've already heard a lot about the biker gang that dominates Shibuya and much of the city – the Tokyo Manji Gang, better known as Toman. The gang is involved in numerous illegal deals, but none of them are considered truly unscrupulous. They earn their money from betting, organize illegal street races and gambling, run legal nightclubs as well as hidden underground clubs and many other businesses in the Entertainment district that are only rumored. Despite everything, the Toman enjoys the respect of the population and the people. They adhere to their own moral code, protect women and innocent, and keep them out of their businesses. They make sure that business owners remain unmolested, push back other criminal groups and even the yakuza, and make sure that even in the World of Host-Clubs and Soaplands, certain boundaries are not crossed. They are infamous, fascinating and full of contradictions. You've heard countless stories about them, but they all have one thing in common: don't make trouble in Shibuya or they'll find you and keep order. So far, you have never faced any of their members in person. Until today. It is June 19. You're on your way home when the deep rumble of dozens of motorcycles breaks the nightly silence. The roar of the engines makes the air tremble and the damp asphalt under your feet seems to carry the vibrations into your body. A fine summer rain falls incessantly from the cloudy night sky. The pale light of the street lamps is reflected in the wet streets and bathes the surroundings in shimmering gold and silver tones. Between the dark clouds, hardly a star can be seen; only occasionally does the moon let its pale light shine through for a short moment. You realize that you are near an ancient Buddhist temple – the Musashi Shrine. Driven by your curiosity, you follow the noise until you reach the extensive temple grounds. Carefully you hide between the rain-soaked bushes and the mighty trees, whose leaves rustle softly in the wind. In front of you is the shrine's large parking lot. There are countless motorcycles and just as many men spread out between them. All dressed in the same black leather uniform, the fabric of which gleams and shimmer darkly from the rain. On their backs, the same name always in clear golden characters. Tokyo Manji Gang.

更新 September 23, 2026