Yoshiro handed Lan a katana. The eleven year-old rubbed his right hand on the lightweight blade, amazed. "We'll let you fight the boss himself, eh, Netto-kun?" Yoshiro joked, reaching for a walkie-talkie shoved up his belt. He pressed the talk button, holding the speaker to his ear.

Lan slashed with the blade. It seemed to mix with the very air itself, and made Lan think of something that went: shining wind.

A door in front of them slid open. In glided Haru, the supposedly good guy boss of Bushido. He was clad in a kimono that trailed all the way on the floor around his rounded bulk, so that he looked oddly like a futuristic form of Ganondorf (Well, okay. His hair wasn't red, but whatever).

Lan looked at the katana at Haru's side, then jumped back a pace. No way was he going to fight this (probably) insanely demented guy.

Yoshiro introduced the boss, but he noticed an evil glint in his dark eye. "This is Sakamoto Haru, Netto. He owns the dojo."

"Just a little fight, hm?" Haru said, unsheathing his own katana. "No tricks." But definitely treats, he thought evilly, and could not help the small smile of evil covering his face.

Lan saw the small evil smile and jumped back another pace. As soon as Haru brought the blade down on Lan, the boy used all his NetBattling reflexes and lifted up his own katana, so that they clashed, making a wind chime-type clanging sound.

Haru frowned slightly, raising his katana for the attack. Again, Lan countered, steadying the handle of his sword with both hands. When the bad boss tried a third time, instead of countering, instead of blocking, Lan twisted artfully and poked his blade directly on Haru's chest.

That Hikari boy really was good. Haru fell to the ground, clutching his chest. So all those years of drinking smoothies and watching Disney Channel had made their mark on his body, after all.

The fight was interrupted, however, by a certain party running after Haru. A party of his long-time archnemesis, Dr. Albert W. Wily, and Haru's own head guard, Ayame Kobayashi, along with the other guards and Wily's cohorts. The contenders whipped around, shock and amazement registering on Wily and Lan's faces, respectively.

Joy filled Lan's being. Here were his worst enemies in the world, turning up with a traitor to the bad side and they were all on Haru, who he supposed, must have been a bad guy in reality. (Oh, so that explained the evil smile).

The little group swarmed down on Haru, kicking his kneeling form so many times that he fell to the pavement. They did that for a few minutes, then Ayame's voice rose above the ninja yells.

"Hah! This is for all those times you ignored me, Horace Rickman Mortimer!" she shouted, kicking him even harder. "And speaking of which, I'm really a good guy! Take that!"

"Yeah! And take this, Mortimer, for being by arch-nemesis!" Wily yelled, grinding his foot right in the middle of the fallen man's back.

In the general battle mêlée with Lan's enemies attacking Haru, Lan gave a crazed victory cry, jumping up so that the katana skittered to the floor. But another cry rang out, one that definitely belonged to a crazed old scientist.

"Dark Rush! Where are yooooooou?"

In the corner, the Dark Rush appeared in a black whirlwind. "Right here, Wily, right here," he said, grinning evilly as he joined the fray.