Fudou belongs to Level 5

Breathing in the icy air, the young boy with a brown Mohawk sat on the rusting swing set. The cold

autumn breeze freezing the pale, now red skin of the young boywho forgot to wear a jacket.

"Shit," he mumbled under his breath.

Leaving the swing set, he quickly ran to the nearby bench and huddled with it as if it was his father.

The man who would put Fudou on his back and bring him to soccer games.

"Daddy, Daddy," yelled the younger Fudou.

"Hurry up," exclaimed the excited young boy.

"Okay, I'm coming," exclaimed the tired man.

The younger Fudou running way to fast with his little legs, he ended up sprawled on the floor. Holding in

his tears, he tried to stand up, but he couldn't. Fudou's father quickly ran towards his injured son and

lightly set him on his thin shoulders.

"There, all set," exclaimed Fudou's father.

At the time, the thin shoulders of his dad seemed so broad. Since his dad's unemployment, he had to work part time job after part time job. As his dad indulged

into alcohol, Fudou had to pay off the piling debt. At the age of 14, he had to support his ailing mother and his bum of a father. He could only watch as everyone kicked

around that black and white ball. The sound of the sneakers kicking against that hexagonal sphere. He even started to miss the stinky sock smell of the locker room

filled with sweaty boys after soccer practice. He just wanted to kick around a soccer ball.

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Next Chapter is about Fudou's Mohawk.