Stop talking and just listen to what I have to say.
Someone asked me: "Xu, your father is Rijun, so you will be Rijun in the future?" I said yes, but he sent me out when I was two years old. Um? Have you ever seen a future Japanese king who had no mother at the age of two, was sent away by his biological father at the age of two, and knelt on the altar for two hours at the age of thirteen? Then why should I be a Japanese king? I can just be a joke.
Some people say that I am the eldest son of the Kuafu clan and have connections all over the continent. Then tell me, what am I doing on this continent? Beat someone with a clay tablet? Have you seen the Yu clan people? If one word is wrong, the entire piece will be re-engraved, and the shoulders are thicker than the door panels - does that mean you are powerless?
The mud-legged people in the school called me Boss, the ones who sold salty cakes, taught me how to read clouds, helped me read, and sang new songs to me every year—everyone recognized me wherever I went. Why do you ask me? Why are my hands cold? Why am I squatting and saying nothing? I don't know either. But they recognize me.
My name is Xu. Half mountain and half tiger. The name was given by my father. He probably wanted me to stand still like a mountain, but I kept moving forward. I walked out of Japan at the age of eighteen and never looked back.
Who am I, you ask? Open the first chapter and read my story from birth.
