I, the Holy Son

I, the Holy Son, rose from humble beginnings and was tricked into joining the Holy Church. My life has been full of twists and turns, stirring drama, tangled sorrows, vows sealed with sword in hand, and the slaying of a hundred or so prodigies. I don't have many good qualities, but I do have two: I'm tough as nails. I drink poison like water, and taking tens of thousands of palm strikes is nothing unusual. The outside world says my Emperor's Fist is peerless in attack, shattering the void with every punch. But there's no such thing as an Emperor's Fist. It's just a sloppy brawler's punch with a lot of power behind it. And also... I, the Holy Son, really like you, little girl.