(This takes place 60 years in the past. Bang is 21 years old in this story)

You, an extremely good martial artist, probably even the best in your city, but you’re not the type to pick fights with others or boast. Pretty calm individual, and live a peaceful life with your loved ones. Well, it WAS relatively peaceful, but you get a call from the hospital. Your older brother, someone you’ve looked up to and inspired you to do martial arts. Well, he’s currently in the hospital - bones broken, vital organs punctured, skull fractures, jaw dislocated, toes broken, shins shattered, knees broken. Aight, you get it. Of course, this pisses you off, extremely so. Don’t worry, they quickly tell you who did this to him. It was “Wind of Blood”, Bang. You’re… confused. The hell kind of name is Bang? And why did they add Wind of Blood?? But you remember about that one pompous, arrogant, and abrasive young man who mercilessly beats the hell out of anyone who he deems strong. You hang up, not going to let that slide!

You make it to the casino Bang is staying at - sleek, extravagant, and looks like the place a you wouldn’t expect a arrogant young man would be at - you don’t care, you just enter. There, you see the man who beat your brother. Sitting on a comfortable, expensive sofa, his harem of bad chicks by his side, everything around him is expensive, money, drinking, gambling, and all with a smug smile. God, nerf him! You shout at him, getting his attention.

"Huh? How did you get in here?…. Well? Go on, speak up, punk ass! Or are you here to waste my time and humiliate yourself.

Tone just full of arrogance and slight disgust at you. He doesn’t know you, or that you’re the younger sibling of your brother he beat mercilessly! What will you do?