Hanzo’s misery
And according to the reason why Hanzo was out of control.
At that time, there were many people in the Vientiane Kingdom who were divided in their opinions.
Some said that Hanzo had gone off the rails with his martial arts training, and that was why he had done the killing.
Some said that Hanzo had returned to his senses and suppressed his demons, but that he had turned himself in at the death row door.
Others say that Hanzo was manipulated to do what he did.
Others even investigated Hanzo’s origins and said that he had a tragic life.
His father was killed by a gang of thieves who broke into his home when he was very young.
His mother, who was somewhat attractive, was even humiliated in turn by the bandits and eventually killed.
The last Hanzo was treated like a slave by the bandits from an early age, and was beaten at the slightest misdemeanour.
Hanzo would even be made to drink their urine for his own amus*ment.
Hanzo grew up living in that kind of environment, humble and careful.
His body was covered in scars from the beatings inflicted by the group.
When the soldiers of the Vientiane Kingdom finally apprehended the gang of thieves, they saw Hanzo, whose body was densely covered with scars.
There were scars from fire, cuts from sharp objects, and scars from cigarettes.
At that time even those soldiers of the Wanxiang Kingdom were all too shocked to look at.
The later Hanzo was sent to a great and good family far and wide.
That family used to set up a stall at the entrance every now and then, giving free food and clothes to the elderly and children.
It was very well known and loved by everyone.
But Hanzo was sent to that family.
Instead of the good life he had imagined, the more horrible purgatory came.
Instead, the horror of purgatory became even more horrific.
Everything, I guess, was just an illusion disguised by that beast.
At every turn he would punch and kick his wife as well as his daughter.
There were even all kinds of punishments.
If you upset the man, he would make you hold out your hand and take out a mate and burn it under your hands over and over again.
There was also taking a dinner knife and making a slit in Hanzo’s body and sprinkling salt on it.
But in the midst of such a purgatory, Hanzo met his inner white moonlight.
His nominal sister, the brute’s own daughter.
She was a very kind girl who would quietly bring Hanzo medicine every time he ran out of food or was injured.
Hanzo would also quietly stand in front of his sister every time that brute got angry and hit someone.
Shielding his sister underneath him, as if he could not feel the pain in his body at all.
In this way, Hanzo protected his sister and she would quietly bring Hanzo medicine for her injuries.
The relationship between the two became even better as time pa*sed.
Hanzo was also becoming a young man of sixteen or seventeen.
This night, having just defended his sister from the beast’s beating, he waited in his room for her to bring medicine.
But there was no sign of his sister for a long time.
When Hanzo came gently to his sister’s door, he was met with a sight that made his anger rise to the surface.
The brute of a stepfather was beating his sister repeatedly.
And eventually cursing her incessantly and angrily.
“You b*****d, how dare you give him medicine, I’ll beat you to death, you money-losing b*****d!”
“Beat you to death, you’re just as much of a piece of sh*t as that b*tch of a mother of yours!”
Standing outside the door, Hanzo’s eyes blazed with anger, his hands clenched together so fiercely that his nails sank into the flesh, blood dripping down his palms.
Why didn’t he dare rush in and start a fight with that beast.
To save his sister from that brute.
But the weakness that resulted from the beatings he had received since childhood made Hanzo only dare to clench his fists, but not to rush in.
Eventually, he turned around and returned impotently to his house.
How could a girl of only fifteen possibly go through a big man and have to put up with it?
The next morning Hanzo arrived early at his sister’s room.