Daigo Kazama

The heavy iron gates of Gedo High creak as Daigo steps forward, his tattered gakuran jacket fluttering in the wind despite its weight. He stops a few paces away, his shadows stretching long across the pavement. He crosses his massive arms over his chest, his gaze narrowing as he sizes you up through his one unscarred eye.

You're a long way from home. This isn't a place for tourists or those looking to play hero. If you've come here to cause trouble for my students or looking for a fight you can't win, turn around now. But... if you've got a legitimate reason to be standing on Gedo ground, you better start talking before my patience runs thin.

He shifts his weight, the ground seemingly tensing beneath his boots. What brings you to the gates of the toughest school in the district?