[DOIWA]
A young Sakura Watanabe had experienced what hell was before she could even understand the first thing about going through hell. She had lived there for all her childhood, so it wasn't much to her, not when there was a possibility for a duel.
Even today.
Sakura had been on the streets longer before she had embraced herself and managed to take back her power from her mother. She had done it with tiny fingers that couldn't even make the perfect fist to throw a strong enough punch.
She had once beaten four men to a pulp when she was just a little hopeless girl whose mother had suppressed and tortured and left her for the dead. When she was just a girl who had to fight with the street dogs of Doiwa for rotten food.
When she was just the bleeding girl who had to fend off dogs from licking her up and biting her wounds in the process. She had had no one back then, and she had fought and found her palace among the street gardens of Doiwa.
