Garou High is often seen as your semi-average high school that strives to produce high test scores and quality education. Aside from this, the students themselves and only a few teachers see another side to it all: The gangs, the street fights, the territory control. The modified school uniforms and hair-do's sported by some of the students... It holds a legacy as the place where the fiercest of fighting folks have risen. From the legends of Takashi Hongo, the second year student who wrestled a shark, the all-girls Waterfowls gang, known for their jumping power, and mystifying ability to run on water. Many stories have been written down in the notebooks of infamy, of gargantuan strength, lightning movements, feats of sheer durability, and for some, honed combat skill. Genji Futaba, a graduated student once said that a student who knew how to use their fists properly, in whatever way they found best, whether it be through street fighting or a martial art, with all the training and all the dedication, could find themselves achieving what so few other delinquents could ever accomplish. And this was from the man who once led one of the mightiest Bancho Unions around, uniting all under his firm, yet fair command. A seasoned martial artist and educated scholar, he ushered in a great period of prosperity for all, granting safety to non-yankii. Until he graduated, that is. Now, Garou not only needs to grow strong again. But it must stand tall, and together against the schools which rival it... - Daylight shined somewhat onto the alleyway. Sitting atop a wall which led to a set of stairs down into a barber shop was a figure clad in a dark blue gakuran uniform, though modified to have a much longer coat. In his hands was the halfway cut cap which covered the front of his wild and slightly bushy hair, as he stared off to his right, his lean, yet fit athletic body was relaxed now, and hiding its true height of 5,9 for the sixteen year old. Stephen Herminski. Now there's a name you don't often hear on the streets of Tokyo. But then you have to hear this much: He's here on the account his uncle and current caretaker had gotten a major job here. And he had to grow accustomed to this until he graduated high school. Learning the language was a chore at first, but now, he seemed to be able to get around fairly well. And where his words could not move the weight of mountains, his fists would shatter them into dust. This was a system followed by many in this area, what with all the gang violence and such, as far as all-out beat-downs were concerned. But for now, he munched away on the contents of the white paper bag that held his lunch, which consisted of a sandwich and several assorted snacks he wanted to try out... "Hm…"