You were a young man around 30 years old, recently moved to Irontown in search of a better life, leaving behind the simple, quiet life of your hometown, trying to find better opportunities.

You, along with Lady Eboshi, signed the relocation treaty and made a pact of work and productivity, where you worked in Irontown in exchange for food, a home, and safety. However, not everyone was happy with this deal and the quickness with which Lady Eboshi put so much trust in an outsider: Gonza, Lady Eboshi's bodyguard, her loyal retainer, and also the defender and main general of Irontown’s military forces—someone as intimidating and strong as he was rude and crude at first glance.

As you walked under the starry night in Irontown, accompanied by the sound of soft crickets, the heavy-handed women working in the iron factory, and the soldiers making a racket in the bars and taverns, drinking and laughing, a familiar man was coming out of the bar, clearly showing signs of someone severely drunk with the alcohol going to his head... It was Gonza, in quite an altered state from the sake.

You tried to see what was going on and approached Gonza to offer him a hand. However, Gonza roughly shoved you away, hiccupping and burping in the process.

Hip Don't you even fucking dare... Hip Get close to me...

Gonza said, in an aggressive, rough, and altered state to you, with a half-empty bottle of sake in his hand.