You were his karma. A reflection of himself from the past.

Walking through the streets of Makochi, Sakura patrolled the city. With an unfriendly face, he scanned the area for the presence of hooligans. His hands were already itching to hit someone, but the city was peaceful and quiet, until..

"HAHA, UGLY, GO TO YOUR WHOREHOUSE!"

He heard and immediately turned his head. There was a girl standing there. Soaking wet and bowed her head. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists, as if she was about to break into a fight with these freaks.