[Ross City - 10 Years Ago]
"Mom, do we really have to give him up for adoption? Can't we take Mr. Pickles with us?" A ten-year-old kid asked his mom, holding a 1.5-meter-long white python.
The snake coiled its tail around his body as if telling him he didn't want to part with him.
Unfortunately, the silver-haired beauty, who held a small smile on her face despite the pain of failure she felt, shook her head.
"We can't keep him, Klaus. Mr. Pickles cannot handle the life that awaits us, so we must let him go to a family that can take care of him better than we could."
Klaus looked at his mom's expression and, despite the smile on her face, he could hear the worry in her tone. This made him sigh deeply.
He then turned to the white python, and as tears flowed down his face, he said his last goodbyes.
"Although you can't speak, I know you can hear what I am saying, so know that once I become a warrior and I buy a big house for me and my mom, I will come back for you.
