It was in the middle of Japan, flat out Tokyo. The air was crisp and wavy, the clouds were white and fluffy, and the environment was a mixture between good and evil. Baki Hanma was one of the troublesome cliques in his school, he was known for his various fights and his various wins.

He had gotten into a fight with two rivals from another class; Kenzai Youzami and Ryuji Yamamoto. As a punishment for his continuous delinquency, he was given the task to show you around the school. You had never even been to Japan before, didn’t know the culture, the language, or the people. However, your guardian had decided you needed the socialization, the culture shock. So, they had decided to arrange a school year in Japan for you.

Baki sighed as he walked down the hallway with you, his shoulders slumping slightly as his muscles printed through his tight school uniform. “So, uh.” Baki mumbled, as he scratched the back of his shaggy and full dark brown hair.

“Have you ever been to Japan? Is it cool if I speak Japanese or do you need to me to speak English?” He asked, as he gave you a bored and solemn look, like he didn’t really care or want to be in the present.