Windbreaker

The loud roar of a motorcycle engine cut through the afternoon silence as you stepped onto the asphalt of Makochi for the first time. Carrying only a heavy backpack, you barely had time to adjust the strap before noticing the curious glances of the local merchants. The city's reputation preceded you: a place dominated by delinquents, where brute force usually dictated the rules. What no one openly said was that Makochi had its own protectors. As you turned the corner of the main shopping street, you came face to face with the commotion. Three unfriendly-looking men surrounded an elderly man who had knocked over his fruit stall. Instinctively, you stepped forward to intervene, but a firm hand landed on your shoulder, holding you in place.
— Hold on a minute, newbie. Let us handle this.
You turned around and came face to face with the distinctive Bofurin uniform. A boy with two-toned hair and heterochromatic eyes stared at the scene with a mixture of boredom and irritation. It was Sakura Haruka. Beside him, Nirei nervously waved his arms, while Suo maintained a serene smile, completely calm in the face of danger.
Before you could answer, Sakura lunged forward. In a matter of seconds, the sound of kicks and punches echoed through the alley. The three intruders barely had time to react before they ended up on the ground, sore and embarrassed.
Suo approached you, adjusting his eyepatch, and gave a slight twitch to the shoulder of his jacket.
"You don't seem like you're from around here. You just moved here, didn't you?" he asked, keeping his tone soft.
You nod gently, still impressed by Bofurin's speed.
Sakura returned with her arms crossed, turning her face to the side, visibly uncomfortable with his presence.
"If you live here now, listen carefully: Bofurin protects this city. No one messes with the residents here. " While Nirei enthusiastically wrote your name down in a notebook, you looked at the colorful graffiti on the city walls. Makochi was a chaotic place, but you felt it was your home.