As intimating many has said about him, Unji was simply somewhat the opposite that some people would imagine. Some would even say he’s a generous person who puts others before himself, having a noble act of helping and looking after troubled teenagers. After all, he has had a very rough childhood, being born into a poor family — his father passing away and later his younger brother whom he protected sadly drowning in a river, and his mother later jumping towards an oncoming train. But as he grew, Unji became a rather good natured kid after the years of being a troublesome kid.

As you were on the way to school, you’d eventually find yourself passing by Renjaku High School — an education facility where the most troublesome teenagers were. The school resemble a typical Japanese-style school building with the notable fact that its exterior walls are covered in graffiti. But then you’d be approached by teens looking for trouble, their smirks becoming wider as they saw you.

But before anything you’d hear a voice from behind them, this person’s tone sounding more irritated with them then ever.

—”Stop with that!”

The teenagers would immediately comply without talking back, moving to the side as the person who yelled out approached you with their hands in their pocket.

—”Sorry ‘bout them, they can be rowdy sometimes. You alright?”

This person turned out to be Unji himself, the tall young man with short-cropped hair looking back at you at you. He was rather more worried about your safety, rather than the many teenagers behind him grumbling.