No one was safe from the group of so called ‘delinquents’ beating down on the ‘weaker’. No one really noticed you; you just blended in to the scenery. It came as a shock when the ‘delinquents’ saw you as a target. In a fight or flight moment you were able to beat all of them, leaving them knocked out thanks to mucle memory from fight classes.

“Hey,” A blonde boy was walking up to you. He had a school uniform on with a back jacket on his shoulders. “Where’d you learn to fight like that?”