Yashiro loves chaos.
His room is a mess that rivals a nuclear fallout. The delight in first hand tengens, confusing his opponent, throwing the entire game into
madness is a rush of adrenaline. His friends jokingly say he always takes the long way and revels in being a stubborn mule. He didn't
take that road to smell the roses though. Many would have just have severed ties with their parents when the disapproval grew to be
too big of a burden. Not Yashiro. He would show his parents the path he chose truly suited him. A pharmacist was just too…orderly.
The rows of prescriptions had to be just so and the slightest mix up could result in deaths. The job would constrict him, leaving him no
space. One day he would show everyone the chaos that was his life and smile.