Oga Tatsumi was a fighter.
No wait, that's not good enough. Oga Tatsumi is and always will be a fighter.
The Oga family name is one that is usually associated with those of poor judgment, poor decisions, and usually large amounts of unbridled chaos. But to those who know them well, the Oga name can mean great power, great strength, the ability to take it all, and the magnetism that attracts anyone.
Oga Tatsumi had inherited all these traits from his father who inherited it from his father and so on and so forth.
The first thing that Tatsumi remembered when he was born was the feeling of pain. Not from his bottom being slapped but from the hard whack placed upon his back.
Kousei Oga wanted to ensure his son would be strong.
The first three years of his life was normal in a sense. He didn't do things out of the ordinary and he didn't actively seek out to better himself. Tatsumi in the younger years was content to live them out as peacefully and calmly as possible.
Kousei was not.
When Tatsumi turned five years old, he was thrown off a cliff into a raging whirlpool, weighed down by triple his own mass. The little boy struggled and cried for help, his father ignoring it all. It was at that moment, Tatsumi started to change.
Initially, he only strived to get stronger to defeat his father, to make him stop trying to kill him. The first time Tatsumi attacked his father; he was soundly beaten and left out in a jungle full of dangerous predators. It took him weeks to escape.
The second time, after being strapped to a boulder and made to run away from flesh hunger animals, he was able to match his father's fist long enough to last three more seconds than his first time.
Over the years, as both the life threatening training exercises and his skills grew, Oga realized something.
He no longer resented his father.
When the teen first realized this feeling, he broke down. He destroyed his room, ran off into the wild, and was not seen for one month. His father found him only by a pure stroke of luck. The older man immediately engaged his son in what was known best to the two. A duel of fists and a fight for one's life.
Tatsumi scored his first ever hit on his father in that fight.
When the feelings returned to his body and he could walk, his father took him on a journey. It spanned at least three months and was fraught with peril and joy. It was like a vacation. Kousei was proud of his son at that moment. He told him things that he would soon know, that he would know, and what he could learn and then teach his own son.
Kousei was a proud man. And he was proud of his son. When the time came, he knew that the boy he sired and raised would do great things and accomplish more than he ever could. All Tatsumi had to do was somehow graft himself to a demon soul and then kick his ass. When that time came, Kousei would gladly hand over the title of 'Head of family' to his son.
Tatsumi, no longer content with being quiet and not fighting, actively sought out engagements that usually ended with blood outside of bodies and red fists. Still, the teen boy realized he was famished for a fight, a true battle. One that would be on par with his many fights with his own father.
That was when he met Takayuki Furuichi. Or well, when he remembered who Furuichi was. All the trauma and beatings he suffered as a child had knocked a few memories loose.
Takayuki was just what Tatsumi needed. And by that, he meant the punching bag that would satisfy the need to fight. Their first battle ever was one that could have transcended time, the unspeakable actins done to each in the name of the fight. Imagine an epic battle of honor and revenge, two warriors putting their blood and souls into the ring of combat, a fight that was beautiful in its poetic violence. It was legendary. It was a battle that the epic tales of old were made of.
It lasted days but ended with months of recovery.
Kousei and his first friend Wulf Shepard-Furuichi were proud.
The two boys at the time grew up together from that moment on, training and learning from each other. Tatsumi would grow up to be a great warrior and be the man that inspired men while Takayuki would be the leader, the tactician who could not only plan his way out, but lead his men too.
It was at that moment, the idea of the White Wolves were born.
The single idea of a tight knit group of friends who considered themselves family to each other was cliché as it was real. Their fathers had their own group of warriors, a band of brothers and sisters from many different backgrounds and cultures, with many weaknesses and strengths, these few and proud many band of warriors who were related in all but blood. And even then some were like that too.
That ideal, that one singular theme of loyalty and family.
Both of Oga and Furuichi wanted it. And they would get it.
Furuichi studied hard and built his connections, training his mind and body to be ready at the moment's notice when he had to lead.
Oga trained and pushed himself to new heights and limits, ready as ever to be the acting general and be the aspiring man that people would gladly follow to their deaths and possibly past the gates of Hell themselves.
Tatsumi attracted many people to him and Furuichi bade them over to their side.
And within time, their family grew.
Oga Tatsumi was a fighter. He was born and raised one and he would gladly die as one.
But he was also proud to say that he would not be alone when he did.