Immediately following the end of World War II, Tokyo was struggling to rebuild from the ruins. In a corner of the black market, a modest soba shop stood, offering a fragile taste of normalcy. One day, a man appeared at its threshold and ordered, “One moongaze (raw egg) with soba.” This was none other than the legendary fast‑food grifter, Moongaze Ginji, whose silent, relentless scams began quietly at that moment. As time passed, the setting shifted to the early 1960s, amid the first anti‑Japan‑US Security Treaty movement. Rumors swirled about Foxy Croquette O‑Gin, a beautiful fast‑food grifter who suddenly vanished. In the bustling alleys of Japan’s economic miracle, Crying Inumaru, a perennial loser, wandered aimlessly. Then…