1987.
Japan, Kanto.
Near a prefectural high school in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sounds of fists pounding flesh echoed through the alley, mixed with snarling, tongue-rolling curses like "You bastard," "Idiot," "Die," and "Don't underestimate me, asshole."
The alley was not far from the school, but the passersby and students who heard the sounds inside went pale and hurried far away.
"Hurry up, you little punk!" A short-haired young man with narrow, triangular eyes and a skull tattoo on his neck sneered, his mouth twisted. "You'll have to hand it over in the end anyway. What, do you like getting beaten up?"
Bang!
Another heavy punch landed in the stomach of a short boy wearing glasses and a black school uniform. The merciless blow made him open his mouth and spit up sour stomach fluid before he collapsed to the ground, dry-heaving uncontrollably!
A schoolbag had been tossed to one side of the alley, its books and papers scattered all over the ground. Clearly, someone had already ransacked it.
Judging by the boy's crooked glasses, bruised and swollen face, and disheveled uniform, he had already been beaten for quite some time.
It was already a medical miracle that he had lasted this long without passing out at the hands of the triangular-eyed thug, who was a size bigger than him!!
"P-please don't do this..." The boy lay unable to get up, his trembling voice thick with tears. "That's my living expenses for the next month. If I give it to you, I won't even have money for food... Aah!!"
"Tch..."
With an indifferent expression, the triangular-eyed thug grabbed the boy's short hair and hauled his bleeding head up. Leaning down, he said mockingly, "What the hell does it have to do with me whether you can