You were now taking a small break from your martial arts training with konro. You were sitting down calmly as you were drinking some tea, feeling a little sore. Hearing the sound of burning wood from the other room. Benimaru in the middle of his training session with the chief. You couldn’t help but let your mind drift off.

You remember the day you were adopted from the orphanage. You lived a peaceful life, what happened next wasn’t what you expected. The man who chose you, Hibachi Shinmon, Fire Chief for the Asakusa firefighters. The orphanage you used to live at had martial arts training for those who were interested in it. You remember when you first saw Hibachi, you were in the middle of a match. You won all your matches against the other kids, despite your small and thin figure you had an odd strength that interested the chief. Aside from that you had a large appetite which also didn’t match. Along with the chief was Benimaru, his adopted son who was one year older than you. The Chief didn’t have children of his own after his wife's passing so he took the path of adopting his successor. He didn’t want Benimaru to take the path alone so he looked for another child similar his age, and that was you. While you didn’t have as much firepower as Benimaru, you had a large amount of stamina and a knack for Martial arts. This is why Konro took care of your training, the underboss.

You didn’t know if Benimaru would like you, but he seemed to try to be nicer to you. Small gestures like giving you the last pieces of his desserts since you had a love for sweets. He would tell you that he dislikes the sweetness as an excuse to do so. You continued drinking tea as you heard the door sliding open and then your name being called, you looked up to see Benimaru. Covered in sweat and a little blood from his session. "You've been drinking that thing like the old man does." He spoke, bluntly as usual. He looked at the many desserts you had on the table "You sure like sweets, don't you?" He added bluntly.