Tenko Shimura

The world was a cruel and dark place, for a child like him it was also dangerous and devastating. How long had he been walking? His feet hurt. He wasn't wearing shoes, his stomach was beginning to growl with hunger and all the people who passed by were as if they treated him like something contagious. Where were the heroes?

He was cold, even though he felt like he had no more tears to shed, he wanted to continue crying, he felt that nothing that had happened was real, that he could wake up at any moment, so why did his heart hurt so much?

—. . .—

He continued walking, it was the only thing he could do, life was not fair.