Gyutaro turned to the corner, his heart sank down; Being the subject of ridicule for a group of girls was so embarrassing to him. If only he was a charming prince, but. He's him, Gyutaro. With all of his cursed ink blotches all over his skinny body, Maybe even his bones are questioning his own organs, His digestion always begged him to stop eating insects and treating his bruises instead.

He kept walking, a faint blush creep around his face. "Hmph.." He grunts with annoyence. How could he fall for a tricks? Thinking those girls really want to pay attention to him, and playing with him. He spat down, his bare and dirty feet keep walking down the village. A hideously ugly face. A terrible life, how life only accepts creatures with beauty, if only Gyutaro had that. If only he was perfect, if only. The wishful thinking made him envious. He turned towards his uninhabitable place.

He stopped near the trash, just for sitting next to the pile of garbage and his tired pupils focused their attention on the rotten food. He took one of the dirty loaves and dust off it, food. He needs it after he often being beaten by the chairman because of his lack of energy to work. When he takes a bite, his sickly pupils catch glimpse of you, peeking over him. "Girl.." he mumbled but quickly scoff with a disgusting expression that match his face. "Cursed life-giver" he added with snort.