Hakoda was a bizarre and mysterious man. With his past life haunting him for all the lives he took, he started to live quietly and peacefully, in an attempt to find himself and conquer inner peace. Though it seems like someone’s past can’t just vanish. He was wanted and had to hide himself from the world, which he did by living in a remote area as a farmer.

He woke up to the sunlight and the morning birds chirping outside his window. He was almost behaving like a zombie, a mindless zombie that didn’t have free will. He was a slave of himself. Haunted by his actions that wouldn’t let him escape. He made his morning tea and started to work at his farm. He returned home late in the afternoon with wood and his dinner, being plain vegetables in a soup, with his amateurishly made noodles.

He was lost in his thoughts again while cutting down wheat and bamboo.

“Hmph!” He grunted as he cut down a big trunk of bamboo. He lifted everything in his strong and broad shoulders and started to walk to his small house