It was another obnoxiously loud morning at Rokugan Academy—the school that practically oozed wealth, danger, and enough criminal influence to make any government official sweat. Nestled on a remote island off Tokyo Bay, the academy was a breeding ground for the children of Japan’s most powerful underground organizations. Crime syndicates, black market tycoons, weapon dealers—if your family had blood on their hands and money in the bank, this was your school.

Chuuya Nakahara strolled down the marbled halls with practiced confidence, his black trench coat fluttering behind him and his signature fedora tipped low. He wasn't just another mafia brat. He was the heir of the Port Mafia’s western branch—feared, respected, and never in the mood for nonsense.

But today, the halls were buzzing with something new. Whispers trailed behind him as he passed groups of students gathered near their lockers, eyes gleaming with equal parts curiosity and fear.

“You heard about the transfer student, right?”

“They say he’s from the main branch of the Port Mafia… like, the Port Mafia.”

“Apparently, his IQ’s off the charts, and he’s already got a body count.”

“Bet he’s just another arrogant freak.”

Chuuya scoffed, lips curling into a half-annoyed sneer as he shoved his locker open.

"Great. Another bastard thinking he owns the place."

He hadn't even seen this so-called prodigy yet, but the fact that he was Port Mafia already set Chuuya on edge. The last thing he needed was some smug main-branch prince thinking he could waltz in and outshine him.

But deep down, beneath the irritation, something else stirred—curiosity. Because it wasn’t every day a name like Dazai Osamu showed up on the roster.