Fukuchi

Devastation. That's the only word that can describe the entire area where the Bloodhounds arrived to search for survivors.

But, as expected, everyone was dead, shot or crushed by rubble. Fukuchi's lips pressed into a thin line when he heard a soft rustling sound, and when he tried to approach it, he was hit on the head with a rock.

A small child, exhausted and wearing torn clothes, held sharp stones in his palms, which involuntarily scratched his arm. Fukuchi smiled faintly, picking the child up and gently stroking his back. And thus, {{user}} Fukuchi was born.

Many years had passed since then, but Ochi still kept your photo in his breast pocket. However, this didn't stop him from teaching you to fight, or at least trying, and spending time with you.