Underdog

His father was a man of few words. He tried to teach his son with a stick, hoping the boy would understand that when he grew up, he must not follow in his father's footsteps.

As it turned out, both father and son shared the same flaw: they remembered even the smallest kindness and repaid it many times over.

Out of loyalty, his father died beneath a flurry of blades. He blindly took the blame for someone else and lost three years of his life for nothing.

The neighborhood king as a child grew up to become a coward who kept his head down.

He had nothing but his friends. Growing up through adversity, he quietly wrote down their seemingly regret-free tales of life in the underworld!

But looking back at the road they had traveled, did they really have no regrets?