The Story Of My Life

It all began in 1976, when baby Tofu was born.

But for reasons unknown—perhaps selfishness, perhaps fear—his mother and father loathed his very existence. They hadn't wanted a child—they only sought the boundless thrill of pleasure, not the responsibility of a crying, helpless infant they saw as a burden.

So, in an act of sheer cruelty and neglectsion, they abandoned him—leaving him to grow up in an orphanage.

That cold building became his home for the next ten years.

But young Tofu had aspirations far beyond those walls. He sometimes considered the orphanage his "true home," he hungered for knowledge, for purpose. Dreaming of unlocking the mysteries of the universe and becoming a scientist.

From an early age, his brilliance was undeniable. By the time he was one year old, he could already walk, talk, and comprehend ideas most adults still struggle to understand. His mind operated on a level far beyond his years—a rare fusion of intellect and creative thinking skills.

He attended public school and swiftly rose above his peers, mastering every subject with ease. His intellect was so prodigious that it surpassed students enrolled in the most prestigious universities.

His ambition? To study at the legendary Oxward University.

But he was only ten. Too young, they said.

By the time he turned thirteen, he was eligible and accepted.

It was an odd sight, a 13 year old among the world's top scholars. The stranger thing was the way he often corrected his own professors—much to their displeasure. But he adapted quickly.

Within a year, he earned his degree in science.

By sixteen, he was a certified scientist.

Over the next decade, he made groundbreaking contributions to medicine and biology. Diseases once thought incurable—cancer, AIDS, HIV, Alzheimer's—faded before his research. His name was well respected and famous in labs, symposiums, and universities across the globe.

At twenty-six, he fell in love and got married.

But tragedy soon found him.

Four years later, his wife succumbed to a mysterious illness. Her body became paralyzed, her skin deteriorated, her brain suffocated, and her organs rapidly shut down. The condition progressed so quickly, so violently, that even Tofu— with his knowledge beyond comprehension could not identify or stop it.

Her death shattered him.

He spiraled into depression, isolating himself for six long months.

But from his sorrow, a dangerous idea was born—he would defy death itself.

He descended into the halls of the Lord of Death, challenging the ancient entity to a duel.

Death replied in a low, ominous tone:

"If you can draw blood, I will return your wife to you. But if I draw yours, your life will be shortened by forty years."

A perilous wager.

But Tofu accepted.

Their blades clashed in a battle so fierce it shook the very fabric of the universe. They fought for hours—no, days—each blow echoing throughout spacetime.

But in the end, Death's scythe found its mark. Slicing through Tofu's arm, crimson blood spilling across the stone floor.

He had lost.

Staggering, eyes wide with disbelief, Tofu collapsed.

Death honored the deal. He took forty years from Tofu's lifespan. But in a gesture of mercy, he regenerated his arm.

Tofu emerged defeated—not just by Death, but by the weight of his own ignorance. If only he would have thinked to prepare he surely would have won—but it didn't matter now.

At thirty-four, while attempting to find solace by a quiet fishing lake, he met Vento and Zeke.

And from that moment forward—their fates were forever intertwined.

The rest, as they say, was history.

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