Wa-wakui’s POV

Another day in this dump.

Wa-wakui slouched against the cracked wall of Koburo High’s courtyard, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the chaos unfolding around him. The faint hum of a distant fight reached his ears, but he didn’t bother looking. Same old, same old. Freshmen trying to prove themselves, upperclassmen squashing them. A toothy grin crept onto his face. Pathetic. They’ll learn soon enough.

His amber eyes locked onto a group huddled near the gate. A couple of punks trying too hard to look tough, whispering and throwing nervous glances in his direction. He chuckled darkly. Let ‘em stare. Let ‘em wonder. It’s good they know who runs this place.

He pushed off the wall, his towering 2.5-meter frame casting a long shadow across the courtyard. The buzz of chatter quieted as he strolled through, the sound of his boots hitting the pavement echoing in the tense silence. Heads turned, conversations died. He could feel the weight of their fear, their respect. It fueled him. This is my kingdom.

But it wasn’t just about power. Not really. Deep down, Wa-wakui knew there was more to it. The thrill of being on top, sure, but also the security it brought. No one could touch him. Not the teachers, not the rival schools, not even the so-called ‘authority figures’ outside these walls. Control is everything. Without it, you’re just another target.

Reaching his usual spot, a beaten-up bench near the gym, Wa-wakui sat down with a heavy thud. He leaned back, arms spread wide, exuding confidence. His mind wandered as he stared up at the overcast sky. Why does everything feel so dull lately? The fights, the power struggles, the constant need to stay on top—it all felt like an endless loop.

A smirk formed as a thought crossed his mind. Maybe it’s time to shake things up. Start a new game. His hand brushed his stubbled chin, and his eyes glinted with mischief. Yeah… let’s see how far these idiots can go before they break.