I might be talented after all-
The words resonated inside Hougo's mind again and again.
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I was born to be a Farmer, aimed to become a Martial Artist, but ended up an Assassin.
At the age of ten years old, I left the farm I was born in, dreaming of living a life of training and cultivating. My parents were against it, but that was to be expected. They were born in the Jade City, but unable to cut in there, moved to the outskirts. They were desperate to survive in this tough world, you see. As a child born on the outskirts, I lacked the desperation that brought them there.
Rejected by Sect after Sect for my lack of talent, I kept going. I kept trying. Even copying the movements that I saw Martial Artists perform as part of their training. Even when I had to sleep on the streets and in the rain, I trained those movements.
Years passed.
It was all for nothing.
