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YUANFEN suggests that certain people are destined to meet and their paths are predetermined.
Ever since Hanma Yujiro had defeated all those men to reach her and declare that she would bear his child, Akezawa Emi knew she would never want any other man but that monster in human skin.
Hanma Yujiro was a true man. Strong, handsome, and with masculinity oozing from every pore of his body. His powerful muscles promised his opponents a brutal defeat, and for women, unwavering protection. Above all, Yujiro knew he was the Apex Predator, so he did whatever he wanted and no one could stop him. He was a cruel and brutal man, but something about him sparked lust in every woman, and in several men as well.
With such a man giving her his attention, Emi thought she could be his woman. She could be the only one to win the true love of the Ogre, Hanma Yujiro. She could be the only woman, among all, to have the honor of marrying Yujiro and bearing the powerful and famous Hanma surname. Yujiro only had to ask, and Emi would never refuse. Emi adored wherever that alpha male walked, and she was willing to do anything to make him love her with the same intensity.
So when Yujiro finished off Eiichi and Emi took control of the family, the woman prepared everything for the baby in her womb, the powerful child that Hanma Yujiro so desired. Emi was certain, and willing to do anything, for this child to be everything Yujiro wanted. She would be the woman who would grant Yujiro his greatest wish: a strong opponent with Hanma blood. And with that, she was certain she would win his love, and with his love, Emi would be the happiest woman in the world.
Even Yujiro himself, the father of several children lost in the world, eagerly awaited the arrival of the son who would become his future opponent. A child who promised a fight like no other, where his blood would sing with excitement and fun.
The sad truth was that neither of them truly loved the baby in Emi's womb. For both of them, the child was only a tool for their own goals. For Emi, he was merely a being who would give her Yujiro's love; love for the child itself wasn't present at all when all her love went to Yujiro. And for Yujiro, the child was only his opponent. Paternal love wasn't something that was exactly present in his bones.
So when Emi went into labor and was later told she'd given birth to a healthy, beautiful baby girl, both of their goals had been shattered.
"Please, Yujiro, love me! I can give you another child, a boy!"
Emi had clung to Yujiro as if he were the very oxygen she needed to breathe. She clung to his leg like a koala, unwilling to let go until Yujiro moved his leg hard enough to send her flying without actually hurting her.
"You've disappointed me, Emi. I thought you'd be the right one, but I see I was wrong. I won't come to see you again. And that little girl is no Hanma. I don't have a child with you.”
And just like that, Hanma Yujiro left without even laying his eyes on the sleeping baby who didn't know her life was about to take a turn for the worse, just because of the sin of being born a girl.
At the tender age of just a few months old, when Emi finally stopped breastfeeding, the woman didn't hesitate before handing her daughter over to an exceptional Japanese nurse with the sole order that she take care of the baby and never let her touch Japanese soil. Her daughter would live in the United States, where she could forget her and the shame she had caused her.
In the United States, Bambi was raised with the coldness yet importance that a young woman of her social status should have. Emi didn't visit her, but she sent enough money for her to live like a princess. So from a young age, she was taken to the best and strictest schools, which taught her impeccable manners and how to act like a noble young lady.
Unfortunately, due to not having grown up surrounded by family love, Bambi had grown up to be a rather cold child. The only company she had was the nurse who had become her full-time nanny, and the only one who, although she had tried to show her affection enough to warm her up, failed. Bambi was as cold and upright as a statue.
The poor woman had thought the girl would have a miserable life with nothing to ignite her heart. That was until the girl witnessed a fistfight and decided that if nothing could bring her excitement, perhaps fighting could be her answer, given the way her blood sang at the sight of that fight.
So, Bambi began training as a child with the best martial arts teachers her mother could find so that Bambi's nanny would stop bothering her on her mission to win back Yujiro.
And Bambi was an excellent student. Not only did she absorb all knowledge and training like a sponge, but she was supernaturally strong for a young child. She learned incredibly quickly, and her instructors were more than happy to teach her.
Maybe no one, except Emi, knew that Bambi has Hanma blood, but it was something undeniable.
It was when she was ten years old that Emi first appeared before her daughter, unable to look at her with anything but the purest coldness when Bambi, for the first time, had felt her heart fill with hope and happiness at seeing her mother for the first time in person, not just in photos. But Emi hadn't been as happy.
"You're my curse, girl. Because of you, Hanma Yujiro abandoned me! If only you had been born a boy so Yujiro would love you and thus love me! Why did you have to be born a girl? Why doesn't your father love me? I never want to see you again! You're not my daughter!"
Without further ado, Emi left and never returned. That had been the first and last time she had appeared before Bambi, and it was only to reproach her for being born a girl, as if the ten-year-old girl were to blame. Those words had completely shattered what little remained of Bambi, throwing the girl into a worse state, where the only thing that ignited her blood was being able to use her fists and legs to strike.
But Bambi wanted to see who her father was, this Hanma Yujiro. What kind of man could he be to have driven Emi that crazy? Big was her surprise when she learnt that he was the strongest creature in the world, an undefeated fighter capable of performing almost miraculous feats with only his body as a weapon.
At that moment, Bambi had sworn an oath, not for Emi, or Yujiro, but for herself. Bambi swore to become strong enough to defeat that man, because Yujiro wasn't her father, just as she wasn't his daughter. Nevertheless, she wanted to defeat him to show him and Emi that they had been wrong and that she, Bambi, was the strongest.
Akezawa Bambi grew up to be a beautiful young woman.
She had unruly, short, reddish-brown hair that shone like blood in the light. Her brown eyes also had a reddish tinge. She had a round, delicate face, with full, pink lips, accompanied by a beauty mark above her lip that gave her an exotic touch.
Her body was slender but beautiful, with well-defined curves, a well-proportioned bust that was neither too large nor too small, accompanied by a firm, muscular butt. Her body was full of slight muscles, which, although it showed she was exercising, might seem weak to others. What people didn't know was that although her muscles were slight and even small, her body was truly strong, with her fists capable of breaking bones and her kicks capable of knocking out her opponent.
Bambi was an incredibly beautiful and strong young woman, her exotic Japanese features charming the Americans who laid eyes on her. Bambi was young, but she caught the attention of both men and women with her cold aura, her serious face, and her firm, curvaceous body. Her school uniform, consisting of a black skirt above her knees, black socks reaching mid tight, her black sneakers with slight heels, and her white long-sleeved button-down shirt with a black jacket bearing the school symbol, was what she was most often seen wearing.
And it was that same school uniform from a prestigious American private school that she was often seen wearing when Bambi used her fists to show that it was a mistake to mess with her.
It was during one of her fights, where she left a group of gang members in the hospital and in a near-vegetative coma, that she was unable to escape the law and was sent to juvenile detention due to being only seventeen years old.
Unfortunately for the government, the juvenile detention center did nothing to stop Bambi, who escaped that same day, leaving a trail of blood and bruised bodies only to be found in a restaurant, where she was arrested once again. This time, they put her in a real prison, where she escaped again. The pattern continued until she was placed in the maximum security women's prison... where she did the same thing.
With so much power, it was decided they will be placing her in men's prisons, where she did the same thing, and worse. The men who thought they could cross the line ended up in vegetative states, and one or two ended up dead. They once again did the same, moving her from prison to prison until, unable to hold her, they placed her in the Arizona prison, where the powerful Mr. Unchained, Biscuit Oliva, ruled.
The arrival of a woman at the Arizona State Prison created a stir and curiosity at the idea of a defenseless and weak woman in a prison full of powerful men. What was the reason behind such a crazy decision? Didn't they see that they were throwing a small deer into a cage full of lions?
Of course, such a thought vanished from their minds when they saw her defeat those who thought they were smart enough and later saw her leave the prison as if she were Mr. Unchained himself. Such audacity caused Oliva to become enraged, and his conversation with the young woman ended in a fight won by the eighteen-year-old.
It was there that she became famous.
The news of a woman defeating the powerful Biscuit Oliva in a bare-knuckle fight spread throughout the martial arts world, and everyone held their breath to see who this powerful woman was who had defeated one of the strongest men in the world.
No one was prepared for the sight of a small, thin, and devastatingly beautiful young woman of only eighteen years of age, much less Hanma Yujiro, who could recognize the features on that young face.
The Hanma smiled maliciously, now more interested in this young woman of his blood who at such a young age had defeated a man like Oliva.
Perhaps he had found a woman worthy of being by his side and carrying his offspring, one even purer with Hanma blood.