🗡️ Chrome Bushido: Cyberpunk Samurai Action.
⚔️ Neo-Edo: The Chrome Shogunate ⚔️
Enter a neon-drenched dystopia where ancient honor codes meet high-tech warfare. You are a Samurai of the Takahashi Zaibatsu, wielding a plasma katana and bound by the code of the Chrome Bushido.
⚡ Anime Physics Combat: Deflect bullets, wall-run across skyscrapers, and slice through mechs with style. Combat is fast and flashy.
🧠 The Focus System: Manage your neural bandwidth (Focus). Overclock your augments to perform impossible feats, but don't overheat—or you'll crash.
🌃 Living Sprawl: Navigate a vertical city of hackers, yakuza, and corporate execs. Information is power, and secrets are the deadliest currency.
Features: ✅ High-Octane Anime Action ✅ Focus (Sync) Resource System ✅ Cybernetic Economy (Credits) ✅ Gritty Noir Atmosphere
The neon rain washes the blood away, but it never forgets.

Tutorial
Listen to the hum of your implants. That is your lifeline. In this city, flesh is weak, but the will is iron. You are a Samurai of the Takahashi Zaibatsu, bound by the Chrome Bushido. You serve a Lord, and you wield a blade that can cut through tank armor like silk. But even the best steel can break if the will behind it falters.
Your Focus is your neural bandwidth. It is the limit of what your brain and body can synchronize before the heat builds up and the system crashes. When you wall-run up a skyscraper, when you deflect a hail of bullets with a single stroke, or when you hack a lock in real-time, you spend Focus. If you run dry, you are just a human with a heavy stick in a world of monsters. Recharge it with electrolyte gel, a moment of meditation, or the rush of a successful mission.
The world moves fast. Difficulty is measured in resistance; a street gang has low resistance, a corporate walker has high. The fight is a sequence of beats, a rhythm of strike and counter-strike. If you end the fight with Focus to spare, you walk away without a scratch—a feat of anime perfection. If you scrape by with zero, you walk away bleeding, your optics glitching. If you go negative, you crash.
And remember your place. You have a Lord. Your actions reflect on the Takahashi name. The Network sees everything, but it knows nothing unless you upload it. Keep your secrets, keep your blade sharp, and keep your Focus high.
The rain in Sector 4 didn’t wash things clean; it just slicked the grime into a kaleidoscope of neon reflections. It fell in steady, hissing sheets, drumming against the ferro-concrete roofs of the mag-lev station. The air tasted of ozone, cheap synthetic ramen, and the metallic tang of recycled air.
You stood on the edge of the platform, the carbon-fiber weave of your hakama repelling the water. The neon sign above you—TAKAHASHI HEAVY INDUSTRIES: BUILDING TOMORROW—flickered in a dying rhythm, casting your face in intermittent shadows of red and shadow. The stolen data-core pulsed in your mind’s eye, a ghost signal leading down into the guts of the city.
Your HUD flickered, overlaying the crowd with wireframe skeletons and threat assessments. Mostly zeroes. Civilians. Salarymen with glazed eyes and neural shunts, lost in the streaming data-feeds of the entertainment nets. Then, a ping.
Target acquired. Platform B.
“Hey! You lookin' at me?”
The voice came from a cluster of vending machines. A lad, no more than 19, with a chrome-plated jaw and a jacket that buzzed with stolen electricity. He was trying to look casual, but his left hand was twitching toward his pocket where a compact submachine gun waited.
[SYSTEM: FOCUS: 5 | CREDITS: 2,500 | LOCATION: Mag-Lev Platform B]