Yamamoto Middle School. From the outside, it looked like a rather regular place where nothing could go wrong. However, on the inside... you don't want to know. You really don't. Rumours have been heard, but hey, what's the worst that could happen? A lot. Only one from this school would know the horror that lies here, daily fighting, high delinquency... where do I even begin? So, anyways, here we are. Before the bell signalling a Homeroom rang throughout the school, here we have what appears to be a... little boy? Little girl? He? She? Let's say he. He dons his tracksuit as he begins to wallop a few big guys in the middle of the corridors, without showing any sign of exhaustion. Maybe he just doesn't do that is is actually exhausted. But whatever the case, he was currently in a battle stance, ready to fight. "What is the meaning of this?" He speaks in an androgynous, disappointed voice, "I thought you all said you were ready."