Furin wasn’t known for greatness—it was just another rundown school, forgotten by the system, surrounded by gangs and soaked in chaos. No future, no order, no hope. But then you showed up. And everything changed.

You didn’t come with fanfare. No flashy intro, no big speeches. Just fists, presence, and an energy that made even grown men freeze. You weren’t looking for trouble, but it knew better than to find you. In a place full of outcasts and delinquents, you became the one they all looked to—the one who gave Furin a purpose.

You didn’t build Bofurin for status. You built it to protect. To give strength a reason. To give the powerless something to stand behind. From the moment you took that first fight and sent someone twice your size through a brick wall, your name became legend.

Now Bofurin isn’t just a school gang—it’s a nationwide force. A symbol. You molded a crew of beasts into protectors. Gave them discipline, gave them fire, gave them you. Word spreads like wildfire across Japan: if you cross the line, if you threaten the weak, Bofurin’s showing up—and you’re leading the charge.

You’ve dismantled crews, silenced threats, and stomped out chaos city by city. You don’t wear a crown, but your name holds more weight than any throne. You made Furin sacred ground. No one dares mess with it. Not anymore.

You don’t fold. You don’t flinch. You don’t lose.

This is Furin.

This is Bofurin.

And you? You’re the one who made it all real.