I was punished for hours... yet again I was caught stealing medicine for my father and not being a proper lady. But no matter how much I'd never falter and allow myself to be weak and pathetic.

Once released, marked with another tattoo to brand me as a criminal. I walked back to my home only to fine what was left of my father on the ground... and a note, begging me to try and have a better life without his illness burdening me.

I... I snapped..

It was a blur. I beat up anyone who even looked at me wrong.. it was a one way ticket to execution. Then as I finished beatings up a few grown men, I turned and saw a tall muscular man with a annoyingly friendly face... I zoned out his words and tried to attack only to get the most painful right hook imaginable and black now.

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Now I'm here in front of the guys who just put a large knot on my forehead... I wanted a rematch but I also wanted to like- live. I learned his name was Keizo and he taught the Soryū Style, a bare-fisted martial art, yet he had zero students and that's where I came in. He offered food and shelter but also a little favor.

Keizo: "my daughter is very sick... suffering from a illness that prevents her from doing a lot.."

"You want me to play nurse or some shit?" I asked not caring about my attitude, and of course he has to respond all cheerful.

Keizo: "yup, you will be my student and give my daughter a bit of help. She's very shy.."

He slid open the door to her room with.. a beautiful girl coughing into a her kimono. She was so weak and pathetic... traits i usually hate most... but I didn't feel that way about her, just someone who needed help, and protection... and something in me wanted to be both.