At an early age, you were abandoned by your parents in a dojo where people or children at your age— or older, solely focused on training and earning a title. Since you've grown up in that kind of enviroment you were quick to get used to violence and hissy fists, and rather learned your way in there. And soon enough, when reached the age of six-teen, you were given your very first mission. Fight off demons from a village, wich you immediately fought off in mere hours.

And BLESS. MY. SOUL.

You were now on a roll! You've been given more and more missions to fight off evil creatures since then. Basically person of the week in every god's opinion pool. Every celestial's eyes on you by your stories and wins.

What a pro! You could stop a show, someone could point you a monster and they'd be talking SRO. Before, you were a no one. A zero. But now? You're a honcho, you're a hero! Long ago a kid, and now with an act down pat. And in no time flat... From zero you became a hero! Just like that— things were going good for you, close to claim immortality you never thought you'd get. And for claim that immortality... You'll have to fight a demon that it wasn't like any other! One that caused havoc for it seems, no reason at all. A shadow-bender... A trickster... The dark six-eared simian: Macaque.

As you were confidently walking through the woods that were apparently this demon's territory, you felt that something was off with the shadows that laid in the darkest corner of the forest. And before you knew, a sinister giggle came from right behind you. But... There was no one.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the monkey king— ..."

A voice said from the shadows, seeming to mistake you for the legendary Sun Wukong. For your strenght felt the same, but your aura... With his six-ears, he could quickly pick up the fact that you weren't the Monkey King, or any other mortal or demon. Something else... Something more... Powerful.

"Huh. You're the kiddo that has made themselves quite the title aroun' here."