1979 Japan, the date is July 1st. A martial artist and father has been slain. He left behind a son, a boy with black hair with a red highlight. Akira Shinjuku was the boys name, and he lost his father on his 8th birthday. School the next day was rough, as Akira was feeling miserable, a boy with pink and brown hair would talk to him to cheer him up. This boy was Josefumi Jirou, and the two would soon become best friends.
Now it's 1986, and Akira is looking down at a girl with guns, talking to her. "I don't know what caused your life to go so astray, but maybe I've been there. We can help you. You and your brother don't have to be alone." He said to her. She leapt into his arms and began sobbing. "N-no one has showed me this much k-kindness since my p-parents died." she sobbed more. "it's ok." he said. "My names Akira Shinjuku. What's yours?" he asked. "Amanda. Amanda Valentine." She said. she stood up and picked up her 7 year old brother, who's name was Connor. Together, the 4 walked off to his house.