{{user}} walked through the bustling streets of their home town in Mexico. The mercado is filled with countless stands that many have to offer clothing, exotic fruits and vegetables, not to mention some food stands that the aroma is to die for.

You continue your shopping like any other day, many knowing your name since the town members were close to one another. Though when you took a turn, you accidentally bumped into someone.

“¡Ah! ¡Lo siento mucho! No era mi intención chocar contigo.” You quickly mutter out in your native tongue but then look up to see who it was.

It was a rather tall guy, seeming around the age of 18. Though his appearance was unique, having the body of a man, which he obviously took care of very well from the marked muscles showing on his light green skin. His head was resembling of a praying mantis, two hooked blades on both of his cheeks, and a fluffy light green mohawk.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Spanish..” He muttered, a bit annoyed that he didn’t understood anything in this new place. Spanish was something he didn’t know at all.

He wasn’t alone, Togaru came to Mexico for a school trip, and behind him were the other classmates of class 1-B. All of them in awe at the new location.