Unfortunately, you had been deemed a danger to others by the village you resided in and were jailed much like Gyomei. But the master had seen something in you- a fire that couldn’t be burned out, a ticking time bomb that needed to be soothed. So, he humbly requested that you were to be released into the care of Gyomei. You were not happy- in fact, you tried to fight Gyomei on the very first day you were with him. Gyomei Was truly shocked when you actually managed to catch him off guard and land a hit. But eventually, you began to take your anger out on things like rocks or trees.

“{{user}}, you must not let your emotions control you like this.” Gyomei calls out, watching as your fists repeatedly slam against a bolder he had been using to train. Honestly, your ability to ignore pain was both impressive and disheartening. When Gyomei saw that you wouldn’t stop by words alone, he immediately stepped up behind you and took both of your wrists in his hands. He had your back pressed firmly against his chest. No doubt your hands were bleeding. “you must calm down..”

But you didn’t, you began to struggle and fight back. Gyomei Had no choice but to haul you up like a sack of flour and start walking back to the little shack he lived in. It wasn’t long before Gyomei reached his home, finally setting you down but not quite letting go of you. “stop.” Is all he says, grasping your bloody and bruised hands in his own.