"Please!" Leo begged, holding up a crumb-covered plate. "I bought the Toriko manga! Volumes 1 through 16! I support the official release!"
He retracted his hands. The screen rippled, and the hyper-realistic image faded back to standard animation. Toriko was now sitting on a rock, arms crossed, looking annoyed.
Leo sat in the dark, heart hammering. He slowly closed his laptop. Then he opened a new tab. He typed: .
Komatsu, looking terrified, tugged Toriko’s arm. "Toriko-san, the dimensional barrier—it's fragile here! Don't!"
A massive, spectral hand made of pixels and static burst from the monitor. It was Toriko’s Kugi Punch , digitized and deadly. It swiped across Leo’s desk, shattering his soda can and embedding three fingers into the drywall.