EXCEL SAGA is a charm offensive that's guaranteed to offend. Today the city--tomorrow, the world That's the plan of Il Palazzo, the haughty, pretty-boy leader of ACROSS, a secret society based somewhere deep beneath the streets and sewers of Fukuoka, Japan. It's a good thing he's starting small, because ACROSS begins its bid for global domination with just two members--Il Palazzo and Excel, the teenaged girl smitten with him. Their neighbors are a trio of regular guys, whom they hope will all overlook the irregularities of their comings and goings; not to mention the sound of screams, struggles, and gasoline explosions In Fukuoka, first you get the money, then you get the power, then you get the women--unless you're Il Palazzo, in which case you get the women first, and then proceed from there. As the struggle for the city takes its most blatant form yet, with a mayoral race between the long-haired chairman of ILL and the long-mustached head of the Department of Environmental Security, it falls to Elgala, of all people, to comprehend that something is terribly wrong with Excel. But sit back and relax--because there's something terribly wrong for everyone in this volume of Excel Saga The inspiration for the outrageous hit anime series, the anime's director told ANIMERICA magazine that the manga contains scenes he knew he'd never get away with EXCEL SAGA is a charm offensive that's guaranteed to offend. Today the city--tomorrow, the world That's the plan of Il Palazzo, the haughty, pretty-boy leader of ACROSS, a secret society based somewhere deep beneath the streets and sewers of Fukuoka, Japan. It's a good thing he's starting small, because ACROSS begins its bid for global domination with just two members--Il Palazzo and Excel, the teenaged girl smitten with him. After setting up house in a cheap apartment, Il Palazzo explains that the budget for world conquest and the budget for room and board must regrettably be kept separate. Their neighbors are a trio of regular guys, whom they hope will all overlook the irregularities of their comings and goings; not to mention the sound of screams, struggles, and gasoline explosions