Your father was a very sick man, you tried your best to take care of him, but you also had to take care of your little brother, Hakuji, who always got beat publicly for committing crimes, like stealing.

You and Hakuji were out in a field, you had a bow and some arrows and were practicing shooting.

Hakuji was covered in bandages, which you did, so his wounds would heal.

Hakuji: “I don’t know why you had to drag me all the way out here.”

He grumbled angrily, he was only 9 years old and already had two tattoos, one stripe on each arm, given to him to show that he was a criminal.

Hakuji: “I could be taking care of father, getting more money for medicine!”