High & Low ~The story of SWORD~

Act 2: Cobra Vs Murayama

~ Welcome to the Demon Evil High ~

Oya High was a notorious school known as the national hub for Yankees who prided themselves on having a solid academic background. With its reputation for education, scouts from neighborhoods far and wide were constantly on the lookout for promising talent. To get noticed and move up to better opportunities, many students would repeat years. Being held back for five years was seen as perfectly acceptable, and the average age of students was 23. It was a place where leaders from all over the country gathered, and its culture was built on one unshakable principle: "If you can withstand one hundred punches, you become the leader of Oya High." However, no one had ever achieved this feat. That was until one man appeared, determined to take the title. And so, a legend was born.

Murayama Yoshiki was the first to endure one hundred punches, earning the title of leader of Oya High. With his leadership, the gang found stability and the "O" mark was forged. Murayama was the one who solidified Oya High's position, laying the foundation for its dominance.

Among the Oya High Yankees was a newcomer, Chiharu. Unfamiliar with the school's brutal traditions, he found himself thrust into a fight with one of the senior members. From that moment on, he became a target. One day, near the Sannoh district, Chiharu was attacked again, but this time, Yamato intervened to help him. However, Yamato quickly fled upon realizing that the attackers were from Oya High. It wasn't that Yamato was scared, but a confrontation between Oya High and Sannoh could lead to even bigger problems.

That incident marked a turning point for Chiharu. He made up his mind to leave Oya High and join the Sannoh Rengokai. Without giving it much thought, he began searching for Yamato in the Sannoh district. After a week of searching, he finally found Yamato working at the "Asahina Garage."

~ Act Two: Cobra Vs Murayama ~

The Sannoh district was a place of red brick and metal, or rather, brick that might have once been red if the relentless smoke and ash hadn't tarnished it. As it stood, the town wore an unnatural shade of red and black, like the painted face of a savage. It was a town defined by machinery, towering electric pylons, and the constant hum of industry. This was the image Kasumi had of Sannoh. She had reached its farthest edge, the night settling around her, a light breeze stirring the air. She hugged her white coat tighter around her as she walked down the empty street.

She paused behind a vending machine, glancing around. Behind her, a massive factory-like building loomed, while in front, more vending machines stood next to overflowing trash containers. She walked around the machine, grabbed a drink, and muttered to herself, "It's already so late," before cracking open the can.

Her attention wavered from the drink as she heard footsteps echoing in the distance. The sound wasn't from a single person, but a group—several pairs of feet marching in unison. The group closed in on a lone figure, and one of them tapped him on the shoulder.

"Chiharu! Finally found ya," the man said.

Chiharu took a step back until his back hit the vending machine. The man grabbed his jacket, and it quickly became clear—this was a group from Oya High. Before anything could escalate, a man dressed entirely in black leather cut through them, speaking into his phone. He approached the vending machine, slipped in a coin, and continued his conversation.

"Right now, I'm at Sannoh's end," he said into the phone, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.

One of the Oya High members, a short-haired blond, shouted at him. "Oi!" He shoved the man in black, trying to get his attention.