Ugh... is this thing on? Ok good, it is.
The name's Rhya Tatsuma, son of Ryuko Tatsuma, better known as the famous pro hero Ryukyu. Being the son of a famous pro hero sounds like a total dream, right?
Well, not really, to be honest
I don't really like the fact that I'm related to her, and for a few reasons.
Sure, she's a caring mother just like all the rest of them, but 90% of the time she was at work, and I almost never get to see her at home. This meant it was usually just me and my dad for most of my early childhood.
Unfortunately, fate is life's cruelest mistress imaginable, and she decided to take away the one parent that was there with me since the beginning, my old man himself. And the death of my father only increased the amount of time that my mom spent away from home, which inevitably caused us to resent each other in our own ways: Me to her for the fact that she was almost never at home by that point, and that only worsened once my dad died. Her to me because I resembled my old man in so many ways that she was constantly reminded of what she once had and it brought up old wounds. I mean, can you blame her? I'd honestly feel the same if I was in her shoes.
Eventually, I couldn't handle the fact that she was never there when I needed her, especially when I was at my lowest after dad died, so I ended up leaving the house in order to go live and train with my uncle on my dad's side, who was another well known pro hero. Anyways, enough of all that sappy stuff.
Let me tell you the story of everything that has happened since the time that I lost everything I thought I had that day.