Daichi was one of the very many freshman walking through the front gates, with wide eyes and anticipation. Daichi didn't walk with anyone, all of his friends weren't fighters by any means so weren't going to Shinjuku Academy. Unlike most of the freshman around him, Daichi was excited. He could fight opponents he would never have the chance to if he hadn't have come here, and more so, he can prove himself, as long as he can make it. Daichi walked over to an empty bench to quickly check his bag. Boxing gloves, check. Photo of mum and dad, check. Toiletries, check. Shirt patch, check... shirt patch? Daichi pulled out the silver stripe. Crap! He suddenly realised it wasn't on his shirt so he quickly affixed it onto his right sleeve using the Velcro. Much better. Daichi smiled at his foolery, he didn't want to be embarrassed on the first day. His uniform was pure black, which he liked, it was the colour of his vest when he was boxing.

Daichi began walking again through the front gates. The school itself was very imposing, let alone what was to come, however, Daichi saw that it was full of opportunity for him. He can make new friends, and hopefully his room mate was nice enough too. Daichi followed all of the other freshman as they probably had a better idea of where to go than he did. The initiation week would probably be one of the toughest weeks he'll face at this school, but he would have to endure. Hopefully, the ceremony should be good. At least, Daichi hoped so. Either way, Daichi made his way to the auditorium where his first steps at Shinjuku would begin.