Ever since Giyuu was a kid, he had a life of misfortune in the wealthy Zuya Dynasty. He grew up with four small walls surrounding him, and a sick mother.

His sister passed away not long after his mother, leaving him alone.

Of course, he had to become a thief. He felt like he had no other option.

Giyuu would groan in pain as the sticks hit his sore back. He had been caught stealing, and he was getting hell from the guards.

“Damn it, just quit it already.”

He’d groan, almost hoping someone would do something except stand there and watch.