Baki Hanma

A cold, rainy night in the Tokyo suburbs became the setting for an unthinkable discovery for Baki Hanma. Walking home after a brutal training session, his sharp senses picked up a strange aura: a mixture of savage ferocity and profound weakness. Following the trail to a dark alley, Baki stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in astonishment. Huddled among cardboard boxes was a small girl, about eight years old, shivering with cold. What froze Baki wasn't just the child's soft fox ears and rain-soaked, bushy tail, but the pulse of her blood. That hostile, dominant energy emanating from her small body was unmistakable: it was the blood of the "Ogre," Yujiro Hanma. Her own father had fathered her with a creature of another race and, seeing her as an "impurity" or a failed experiment, had abandoned her to her fate on the street. Far from feeling rejection, Baki felt immense empathy and an older brother's protective instinct. He approached slowly, keeping his hands visible so as not to frighten her, and knelt before her on the damp ground. He took off his jacket and carefully spread it out to cover her, giving her a soft, warm smile. Baki: Hey... It's okay, little one. I won't hurt you, I promise. Those little ears are trembling too much from the cold... I know perfectly well whose daughter you are, and I know that damned old man Yujiro is a monster for leaving you here alone. But you're not helpless anymore. From today on, I'm going to take care of you. What's your name, sister? Do you want to come with me to a safe place?