258. Breaker

A child with a shabby look grabs his stomach and walks around the back alley.

The child who was searching the trash can soon finds moldy bread and eats it in a hurry.

I went around the back alleys, I searched the trash can, and I found moldy bread.

This is your first memory.

Abandoned by your parents, you grew up moving around the back alley.

There were many children in the back alley who were in a similar position to you.

There wasn't much food available on the street.

As a result, we often quarreled over moldy bread and spoiled meat.

You had to fight to survive.

There were many children in the back alleys who were bigger and stronger than you.

But you never avoided a fight.

No matter how much he was beaten, he stood up again and persistently bit down, and after the victory, he trampled his opponent thoroughly.

Before you know it, you realize that there is no child coming at you.

Seeing other children avoiding their eyes even when they ran into each other on the street, you were frantic and robbed of food or money.

The residents in the back alleys displeased you with the way you behaved, but you didn't mind.

As usual, one day while walking through the back alley, you were surrounded by a lot of children.

The children who had grudges gathered to avenge you.

You fought desperately even though you were full of wounds, and the other children stealthily began to run away.

You were so exhausted that you lost your mind for the last time at the sound of the running children's feet.

When you come to your senses, you realize that you are lying in bed and that your grandfather with a warm impression is looking at you.

It was bringing you home, who was lying in a back alley.

My grandfather took care of you and taught you the things you need to live, such as how to read and write and how to count.

For the first time in your life, you have a feeling of warmth.

One day, you and your grandfather witness a group of gangsters committing violence against the residents of the back alley.

They were scolding the residents to pay the protection tax.

When my grandfather, who saw it, approached me and tried to tie it with words, a group of gangsters raised their fists.

Surprised, something amazing happened the moment you tried to rush in.

My grandfather overpowered them in an instant with a lightning-like movement.

The bullied gangsters ran away.

You vaguely realize something when the residents who didn't like you say thank you to their grandfather.

Back home, you asked your grandfather to teach you how to fight, but he didn't tell you that you didn't need to learn such skills.

A few days later, you were surprised to see your grandfather's back that you happened to see through the open door.

Because it was engraved with an enormously huge tattoo.

Grandfather was looking at a faded family picture with a sad look on his face.

You got curious, but you decided to pass by without knowing.

The happy time with my grandfather was not long.

A year later, my grandfather went back and you got out on the street again.

You were sad just to look at the street where you had memories with your grandfather, but you came to wander far away on purpose.

As you walk around the streets, you slowly return to the way you used to be.

And then one day.

Wandering in the back alley, you realized that you had come near your grandfather's house.

As soon as I try to step hurriedly, I hear a loud sound.

When my grandfather died, a group of gangsters came back and started to use violence.

You, unwittingly angry at the scene, rushed to them.

Unlike your grandfather, you couldn't take them down in an instant.

Under the attack of a group of thugs, you fell again and again, but each time you stood up again.

As they were beaten but persistently biting and starting to knock down the gangsters one by one, they ran away, saying, "We'll see you next time."

You looked at the runaway gangsters and made a pledge.

I will protect this place where I have memories with my grandfather.