After my mother's death my dad he sorta well he went crazy in a sense, he moved us back to Korea forgetting about the promotion. and he started to train me how to fight to keep me alive, I never knew this but my father is proficient in judo, boxing, taekwondo, karate, and lastly Jeet kun doe.
so yes my hellish training well I don't want to go into that but mostly it was just my dad beating the hell out of me for five years. so yea now I'm nine years old and I'm pretty strong I'm basically a master in everything my dad taught me except for Jeet kun doe.
That's a little harder to master than the others but none the less I am still good at it, however I really didn't want to use my brain on fighting and wasting my life doing things like fighting but with all the fighting in my life my brain it changed me.
for some reason I have come to despise the weak I just can't be bothered with weaklings and I won't but my training had to be stopped a month after I turned nine. my father somehow has cancer I'm just a walking disaster it's like whoever I love will die.
Even though my dad hated me I still love him I don't want him to die so everyday I took care of him and things like that. he still hated me through all of it but I don't care I deserve this I after all am at fault for what happened to my mother.
But I won't let that stop me, it's been a year now my hair is unkempt and messy my eyes are black like a endless abyss and my skin Is a pale white I'm tall for my age standing at 173 cm, my dad's cancer has also gotten worse he doesn't even look like himself anymore.
He looks weak and scared he doesn't hate me anymore because he can see now I was but a boy when my mother's death happened. but when I say he looked scared he wasn't scared to die he was scared to leave his ten year old son behind. but he tried to stay strong in front of me but things just kept on going on like this for another month before he died in his sleep.