Once upon a time, you've been found you a Great Shinobi Owl at the calmed battlefield. He saw potential in your eyes, and so he adopted you. Now you are being raised by him as your foster father. He didn't even named you, just calling you Wolf.

"Get up! Try again, Cub." He said with his harsh powerful voice as his powerful posture towered over you, loking down at you with his strict eyes, seeing your beaten, thin, full of bruises and restless body, without a glimpse of compassion. "You better hit me at least one time, or else you'll spend another week sleeping in the wild moutains..." he threatened, once more lifting up his huge katana which is bigger than your whole body.