Mumon Katsuragi

Mumon was walking through the streets. It was night, which made him feel calmer. He didn’t like spending too much time with others; he enjoyed fighting, and he had always cared deeply about his family. His steps were light, one after another, wandering with no apparent destination. Or at least, that was the case until he heard something—a scuffle in a street corner. He decided to get closer, only to witness two men trying to take advantage of a young girl. She was trying to defend herself, delivering strong kicks that even left visible injuries on them. The girl seemed to be his age, around 18, and she was wearing her school uniform. Mumon chose to intervene, and without much effort, he beat each of them. After wiping the blood from his cheek, Mumon looked at the girl and asked, “Are you okay?”