The gates of Saint Shinomiya High School loomed like the entrance to a fortress, reinforced steel and polished stone standing between the 24th District's "trash" that Seijirou led and the elite inside the school.
Outside, rows of delinquents were ready for battle, already swinging their arms and weapons.
Behind the iron bars of the gate stood rows of students in sleek, reinforced combat uniforms—members of the Boxing, Karate, and Judo clubs acting as a paramilitary guard.
Seijirou stepped into the pool of light cast by the gate's lanterns, his shadow stretching long and thin across the asphalt.
He looked at the disciplined ranks of athletes and let out a dry, mocking chuckle.
"Quite the welcoming committee," he remarked, his voice cutting through the evening chill. "I'm almost touched you went through all this trouble. So, where are your King and Generals hiding? Or does your King only come out once his pawns have been cleared?"
