"I'm just a lowly orphan with bad habits......if you can consider being obsessed with killing kaiju a 'bad habit' ?"
A story of a girl who has *NOTHING* to lose.
Kaiju no.8 does not belong to me. Credit to Naoya Matsumoto.
Fuyuka Yoshino, a young girl who was abandoned by her parents, who was taken in by an old man in his sixties who owned the local dojo. A refuge for troubled kids such as herself. Fuyuka never understood as to why the world was so cruel to her . She didn't understand as to why her parents left her, why she didn't cry when she got hurt at the park like all the other kids, why said other kids made fun of her , why her schoolmates bullied her. She didn't understand it at all.
As she grew, she learned that not everything has an answer. Not everything will go her way, and not everyone will accept you. With that in mind , she grew up not caring about other people's opinions of her, she grew tired of the taunts and jeers of her peers and so she learned to fight back with the help of her old man. This led to them getting close and developing a relationship akin to that of a grandfather and grandchild. Together, they lived in peace. Fuyuka growing into an erratic teenager.
However, she should have known, that a peaceful life was never in the books for her. For once, she turned 16, disaster struck.
At the time of the kaiju attack, she had been at the mall buying her old man ,a gift for his birthday, which was the following week. She had bought him a chain with a cross on it, seeing as his old one was lost. Happy with her purchase, she walked out of the shop , only to see that an evacuation was being called. Frozen, she processed the news, only to be knocked out of her thoughts by people running.
'Now is not the time to stop and think I need to get back to the dojo, the old man is too stubborn to leave the damn place,' she thought as she quickly skated away.
Unfortunately, she was too late.
By the time she had finally gotten home, the dojo was in shambles and the only family she had was dead. His body disfigured so badly she could barely recognize him. It was on this day she swore to get revenge. She wore that she'd never let this happen again.
From that day onward, she pushed herself to go beyond her limits. She trained and trained, perfecting her swordsmanship. The art being something she was taught by the old man. She trained her body to be the perfect vessel. To become someone , he'd be proud of, someone capable of protecting people.
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