I... hate that brat! That grenade blasted most of my face off, nearly my entire torso was gone, and my arm... was feeding some wolf. I hade to drag myself with the remains of my other arm, but to where? I made far too many enemies who would pay 10 times my pay to kill me. I... no... my power made me arrogant. Instead of making allies... i made nearly everyone i met into someone who hates me. To think... i thought it was a routine job. Some army wanted me to kill some kid because he had something they wanted. It was dumb, but I never refused a job. When I fought the kid, he seemed more then some brat, and that Kamehameha... i've seen it before. I thought i killed him... but... then he came back.