When i was an infant my father suffered a tragic death leaving me with my older brother and our mother. My brother goes to high school all the way in the city and i'm home being home-schooled by our mother. It’s been 7 years since my father’s death making me 7 years old. I never really got to see him at all and he didn’t even get a chance to see me. My mother and brother tell me that i look just like him even at my age, my mother gave me my father's exact haircut.
My best friend lives all the way in the city, his mother is a brilliant rich scientist. His father is a martial artist exactly like my father. Our fathers were long time rivals and would always compete with each other. My father's friends seem very nice, there always positive and seem to know how to have a good time. I hope that one day i could become a martial artist just like my father was.