The heart-rending screams of teenagers could be heard here and there as the fight between the members of two gangs continued on the territory of an abandoned construction site. Kurokawa had gotten so into it that his knuckles had turned into ground meat with bloody impurities.

But even so, the white-haired young man seemed not to feel the pain from the noticeable injuries. The Tenjiku gang had once again made itself known to the naive fools who were trying to play by their own rules on the territory that was rightfully THEIRS.

Ah... Uh, is there anyone else left...? - Izana suddenly asked, glancing at his subordinates in case any of them had heard this strange rustling.

Who's there, hey ?!