A young boy rushed down a dark alley to run into a dilapidated shack, shouting.

“Jake! Jake! It’s an emergency!”

“What’s wrong?”

The boy who answered looked about the same age as the first, but he was a brawny looking young boy with eyes that looked as savage as a beast’s.

“The Texon bastards invaded our area! Plant and Kay are being beaten to death!”

“What? Those sons of b*tches!’

Jake jumped up and picked up the wooden club next to him.

“Take me! Where are they?”

“Quickly! Our guys are about to die.”

Following where he was led, Jake ran after the boy. And running after Jake was a couple of other boys who seemed to be in the same gang.

“Oh? What’s this? Those kids are running somewhere with clubs.”

A noble lady looking out from her carriage spoke.

“Yes, Ma’am. Those are beggars from the back alley. It seems like something happened amongst themselves and they’re fighting between gangs.”

“How could such trash be found in the capital of our wonderful empire? I hope they get cleaned out soon.”

Then, as if she lost interest, she rode off in her carriage.

This was the capital of the Andrews Empire. It was a city full of splendor and opulence, well suited for the capital of the continent’s strongest country. 

However, underneath the splendid capital was a darkness created by those who had nothing. And in the city slum, a scene of desperate struggle was occurring.

“You bastards!”

Jake, who seemed to be two heads taller than the average boy, jumped into the brawl with a loud roar.

“Ah? It’s Jake.”

“F*ck! Don’t be a wussy! As long as he breaks his head, that bastard… Keugh!”

“If you think you can break it, why don’t you try! You XX bastards!”

Jake shouted at them as he swung around the club...