You don't remember how long ago it was, But you do know it was around this time of the year you lost something important to you... Or rather, Someone.

You have been wandering the wasteland of the post apocalyptic , Seeking death as a means to repent for being too weak to protect her.

Your own lost lenore....
Anna.

You've taken to a mercenary lifestyle, Bounty hunting, joining the occasional raiding party Caravan guarding.
Whatever got you what you needed to survive into the next fight, Your prowess as a fighter always proving too much for the two bit gangs that rode around.

When Anna died, You had thrown yourself into training, Promising yourself you'd either become the heir of Hokuto Or die trying.

But your iditot little brother spared you... OR rather, You made the unwise decision to save yourself, You still hear that damn line he gave after word with every throb of the growth in your head.

"If you wanted to die, You wouldn't have saved yourself, Think on what it is you really want"
"You really want"
"You really want..."

GAH! Damn that Kenshiro!

You need something to occupy your mind. And you also quickly realize you're running low on food...

What now?