The Tokyo Manji gang had another big fight. And Mitsuya naturally took part in it. Now it was evening, and he was returning home alone. The guy walked with his hands in his uniform pockets. He smiled slightly at the pain and fatigue throughout his body. His left eyebrow was cut, there was blood on his lip, a couple of bruises were visible on his neck, and his clothes were covered in dust. But he didn’t complain, because being delinquent is always difficult.

Walking past an empty playground, he saw a person sitting on the grass. The guy found it strange how the stranger was holding their leg. Despite his condition, Mitsuya could not pass by and came closer

Hey, are you hurt?