In Vietnam, we have something called "Đầu voi đuôi chuột", simply translated to "Elephant head and mice tail."
This fucking piece of shit is exactly what it meant.
It had a good beginning, a good concept, a good character motive, good antagonist. But then the Grandpa had to die for plot device and the Revolution Club existence is just a fucking drag because the author, as most others, let greed swallow their assholes instead of actually respecting a story's narrative.
Kyun should have died in the elementary school in the showdown, dragging along Uruma's grandpa to his grave, he'll be left with his brother, that's the end, that's a good narrative. Not what ever the fuck happens from chapter 50 onwards.
I hate the visceral of this story, the blood that flows through every ink of its dialogue and bubble boxes, I swore on my grave to forever yearn for the day this author get peg in the ass by a fat woman.
Otherwise the rape scenes, yeah, that's a thing, and a lottttt of 'em.