When I woke up for the first time I was freezing cold. Mother Fuckers left me on the floor like I'm some cat or some shit. Sensei saw me freezing there under a tree and gave me his shirt and held me until I stopped shivering. I knew sensei was a good guy when I first meet him. I mean he did save my life. After that day we got close and started training. He thought I was the soft type and started me off with cooking, gardening, and all that other shit. I guess at some point he noticed I wasn't liking it and switched me over to fighting.
Since I have wings I'm good at far-range attacks. Far-range people are usually the thinkers on the battlefield. I strategize ways to take down the opponent while covering a wide range of ground so I can always see my opponent and the moves they make. I like to be one step ahead of my attacker.
Anyways after ¨killing¨ sensei many times he moved me onto close-range attacks. And let me tell you I suck ass at close-range fighting. I know I'm smart but it takes me time to evaluate things and that's why to succeed in far-range attacks, but when you are in close range you have to think fast and hit hard. I can hit hard but can think fast.
I think that's how sensei and I bond. We fight each other but learn and then laugh about it. I love sensei I kill someone for him.