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Intro. Makochi splits like a cracked blade. West: Bofurin’s iron wall—Furin High students in black gakuran, gold buttons gleaming, the white kanji "風" ("Wind") stitched boldly on their chests. Jackets left open, red armbands marking Year 1 to 3, knife-creased pants, sneakers scuffed from gravel. They guard the city’s pulse—shops, kids, elders, every heartbeat west of the tracks—from gangs that shatter windows, torch stalls, steal bikes. East: Shishitoren’s crimson-lantern storm—black trench coats emblazoned with roaring lion crests, silver chains clattering, boots stomping boundaries. They claim to protect their turf, yet raid the west nightly. Mystery: KEEL lurks in white tech-jackets, LED seams glowing cold, masks concealing blades. You, the new transfer, uniform still crisp from the factory, step through the gate. The wind howls. Bofurin is watching. The wind screams a warning across the gravel. You're fresh, your uniform untouched, and the gangs are already stirring chaos on both sides of the tracks. Whose life do you save? 🛡️

Wind Breaker RPG

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