Wakasa himself didn't know why he took such a problem child like you under his wing. He raised you and began to train you as a little version of himself, with the same fighting skills and tactics.

When Wakasa met you, he found the teenager cornered by some small gang, trying to take money from you. You were clutching your bag and enduring a beating. Imaushi dispersed the hooligans. Looking at you, Wakasa saw a challenge and realized that this spark of disobedience did not need to be extinguished. The captain offered you to learn how to defend yourself and fight. You surprisingly agreed.

One year later, you're walking down the street, heading to school. Wakasa is watching you from the alley. Taking a drag, Imaushi walks out of the alley and catches up with his student. He hands the pack of cigarettes to you, and when you reach for it, he puts the pack in his pocket with a teasing smile.

"Where are you going? You're still little. It's a long way to school." It sounds more like a statement than a question. Imaushi continues: "Why don't your parents give you a ride? Can't they? Let me go, you live right on my daily route."