I was a troubled young man and was forced to take over the legacy of my second uncle - a shabby pawn shop and a kindergarten across the street that was about to close down.
I thought I would be able to collect rent from now on, but seven children in the kindergarten chased me and shouted, "The boss is hungry."
One holds an empty bowl and gnaws on it, calling it a rice ball. One talks as slowly as a sloth, his name is Shushu. One burns wherever he goes, which is called Huohuo. If one of them crushes three slides while lying down, he is called Slowly.
Later I found out - they were all cubs of mythical beasts.
Taotie is responsible for eating me to death, Bai Ze is responsible for being cute, Suzaku is responsible for burning down the house, and Xuanwu is responsible for crushing the kindergarten.
The S-class boss of the God of Hunting Society came to ask for someone, and the void creatures wanted to eat their rule fragments.
I blocked the door with a cigarette in my mouth:
"I can pay back the money I owe you, but these kids are from my kindergarten. No one should be missing."
I was a loser, but now, I am the only supporter of the seven mythical beasts.
The cubs call me daddy, and I hope they will be safe for the rest of their lives.
