A school with delinquents was a problem, alright. Almost everyone knew it was not a good thing to mess with the big, bad delinquents.

But of course, you weren't intimidated. No matter how much you've heard of them, you liked to play rough like you could scare even the meanest soul.

You reach the back of the school, and there they are, standing with a radio in the middle. One of them, Umeji, noticed you. And he didn't look friendly.

"Huh? The hell do you want, freak?"