When an anime fan got into an anime from the 90s, it was not just another show that they were watching; it was a place where physics didn't matter, and the human body was a suggestion. It was a golden age, when a small flirtatious comment caused a literal blood cannon to shoot out your nostrils, and all ladies had a ten-ton mallet in a side pocket dimension. To a Western audience, it was more like a confusing fever dream—why is that kid running with a fatally dangerous slice of toasted bread? Why had the eyes of that villain just become white dinner disks?