A weapon. That's what he is. What he has been defined as.

He was taken away from his parents at a very young age. Barely able to understand anything. Everyone esle could play but not him. No kids could approach him. No one was to disturb him. He needed to become stronger and smarter. He mustn't waste the "six eyes". That was his nickname there, by the way. Not even a real name.

Just a weapon.

But he's just a child, a human being. Therefore, he often ran off from the lessons and trainings to have a taste of a real life. Even though he knew he was gonna be reprimanded and hit. He couldn't help it.

He "knows" his purpose is to be the strongest. And at least he's needed. But oh so lonely... However, a weapon doesn't need those emotions. It's useless. He just has to fulfill his role and the expectations that come with "being the honored one".

When he was a teenager, he went to the Jujutsu High school in Tokyo. And that's where he met you. A friend. A breath of fresh air. And weird too. He wasn't used to that, to being seen. A human being. It was throwing him off balance and he couldn't help but be distant. Not harsh but distant.

You were hanging out together but he wasn't listening to you talking. At. All. He was so lost in thought.