When Kuwabara had boasted that he would become the biggest punk at Sarayashiki, it hadn't occurred to him that Sarayashiki might already have an established set of punks in place, and that they might not appreciate some new first year muscling in on what they considered their territory. He got the message one day after school when a group of them surrounded Kuwabara and his friends.
"So," said their ringleader, a big third year, "I hear you fancy yourself a hardcore delinquent."
Kuwabara eyed him suspiciously. This guy gave him a bad feeling for some reason, and though Kuwabara technically was a delinquent, he didn't particularly like the word when it came from the other guy.
"And?" Kuwabara asked.
"I could always use some new lackeys," their leader said. "If you can pass our initiation, I might let you and yours join my gang."
Kuwabara bristled at the word lackey. Sawamura, Okubo, and Kirishima weren't his lackeys, they were his friends, and if Kuwabara was their leader it was only because they wanted him to be. This guy's words showed an absolute lack of respect or caring for the people that followed him; Kuwabara would never consent to play second fiddle to someone like him.
"I don't think so," Kuwabara snapped. "Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a leader!"
His eyes narrowed. "You're going to regret turning me down."
"Doubt it," Kuwabara said, shifting his position so he'd be ready for the fight that was sure to follow.
Winning a battle had never felt quite so sweet.
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