I was inside Kenzo Hakairo soul…
It was depressing…
"So you want to learn about my past huh". Said hakairo
"You people have it so easy. You will never understand what I went through why I chose this path".
"So why don't you live it. RIN"
I haven't told anybody my name
So I was confused why he knew my name.
"I want you to experience what I felt and we will see if you go down the same path"…
2000 years earlier in the jomon period
My mom killed herself right after the ice age So I was left all alone.
The village I came from wasn't the prettiest place it contained diseases ,plague,war,
Criminals etc. My father was sick so that didn't really help. The ice age took a toll on the village leaving everything frozen cold. I didn't have a choice. I committed crimes from the little age of 5. From pick pocketing to stealing I didn't have a choice but to steal. I needed to pay for my father medicine, so I did everything I could just to save a little amount of money to pay for his medication. Needless to say I got caught. I was labelled as a criminal a thief and was on my last offence. If I was to steal again I would be punished by them cutting off my fingers. My father didn't like to see me in such a state but I told him it was ok. That I would pay for the medicine so he could be better so we could live together. The world didn't like me. It was just full of rich dumbassess who ass was why above their head. They lied about me. Just to execute me just for their own pleasure. I was young I was 5 years old and I would have to fight to the death just so I could live to die another day. I didn't want to do this
But it was either that or I die. They would collect the poorest people in the village to fight for them to get the basic needs of living. I hated this. I wanted it to end but I couldn't. So I fought I fought I fought. I was always blessed with a strong body but despite that, none of that mattered if I came across someone who was way stronger than me. I had to fight against the reigning champion of this game. Kong. As his name suggests,he was a big gorilla like person so I didn't stand a chance. I got beaten to a pulp and was going to die until a miracle happened, he decided to stop fighting. How he wasn't going to take a kids life and would rather die than do it. So he died. I won shockingly and was going to go home with my dad with enough food to eat to last us the whole winter. Whilst I was going home I got slashed from behind.
There was this guy with a katana making fun of how poor I was. How shit my house was. How bad i smelt. How someone as ugly as me didn't deserve to live. So he was going to kill me. But my dad came in the way and he got killed. His last words was "I am sorry I couldn't give you a good life. I am sorry I was so sick and couldn't help you". I couldn't believe it. I cried and cried and cried until the sun came up. I was staring at his lifeless body and I couldn't take it anymore so I let out a scream and vowed to kill those people. I was good with my fists, so I marched right up the hill with nothing but my worn torn rags and my extremely thin leather trousers. The conditions were unpleasant but nothing would stop my driving force to not want to kill that asshole. Me and my father were just trying to live our humble life but these stuck up rich people didn't like that. I was pissed. There was at least 2 bodyguards who I destroyed and then I found his room he was still sleeping so I punched him. And again. And again.and again until his face wasn't recognisable. My blood lust was on some different level and that is when my first tattoo appeared. I didn't know what was going on so I decided to destroy his entire life. I realised I gained an increase in speed and strength due to the tattoo. So I massacred them all. The night was named 'the massacre of 67BC' I realised that I had this power and I started to hone it to my fullest. The tattoo was only temporary and was only there due to my energy which was later named arcane. So I trained trained and trained so I could consistently use the tattoo without getting tired this enabled me to finally cast my first arcane spell. It just got boring. There wasn't anything left for me to do so I completed arcane itself. I was bored I had nothing going on for me. Until I met this women called yuki. She didn't care who I was what I was but only like me for me which I appreciated. I vowed to protect her for the rest of my life as my father said if something is worth holding onto don't let go. I protected her with everything I had and I even had 3 children called:Siro, Durav and my favourite Truso. I taught these children everything I knew about arcane. My life was perfect and there was nothing that could ruin it right now. Until my yuki died. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't do anything without her. I wasn't a father I was a failure. I didn't know how to raise them so I left them. I left my children to gain strength. If I learnt how to heal people maybe she wouldn't have died maybe I could have prevented her death