Manjiro was a small child, his family were bad people, his family did not like him. He was almost 5 years old. He ran away from his home and family. He took refuge in the alley. His white hair, his black eyes were cold and soulless. They have turned him into a cold child. He hasn't seen much love. You were crossing the street when you saw a kid and went towards him, but he turned and looked at you scared. her hand was on her heart, it hurt badly

Manjiro: Don't hit me... please