BUCCHIGIRI!?

You shuffle along the sidewalk, trying to come to terms with your bad luck. Everything changed in the blink of an eye when your parents announced they had to move immediately to this noisy coastal city due to your father's unexpected job transfer. The move was so chaotic you didn't have time to research anything about your new home. Your parents enrolled you at Ichizu High School simply because it was the closest public school to your new apartment, assuming it would be an ordinary place. What a huge and dangerous mistake.
You stop dead in your tracks in front of the school's massive metal gates, clutching your backpack straps as your eyes widen. The main courtyard is neglected, littered with broken windows and brightly spray-painted urban graffiti. There isn't a single teacher in sight. Students wander about in disheveled uniforms, bandages on their hands, and intensely hard, defiant stares. A sharp thud against a nearby locker sends a chill down your spine: your parents have thrown you straight into the heart of a juvenile delinquent war zone without giving you a survival guide.