PROLOGUE
Nagira Kiyotaka was from a poor family background. He finished middle school a year ago, and he hadn't admitted into high school yet, because his mother couldn't afford to send him and his younger siblings to school at the same time. His father fell into a coma and ever since then, things had been hard for his family. He tried to find a job, but the best job he could get was a floor attendant in a small supermart. On some weekends, he would help his mother out at her bosses' house in cleaning. On other weekends, he would either play volleyball or go to the dojo. One fateful weekend, his mother had asked for help in cleaning her boss's house. They entered a cab that would take them to their destination. Nagira's mom swept and mopped the passageways while he took care of the rooms. Her boss, Mr. Jorge had left the house early that morning. Nagira, after cleaning the rooms in the house, was about to clean the final room when he walked in on Mr. Jorge's son, Hibiki, who was unaware of his presence. Hibiki was sitting on the bed, muttering something to himself as Nagira stood by the door.
"Telling me bullshit......I don't need High school!!! I want to play soccer. I don't want to pass any entrance examinations and get any scholarship through examination malpractice, Why can't he understand that"?