Childhood is often bright beginning. Not mine, actually, it started off with my birth two years before abandonment. When I was only a couple of years old, in the year 816 AD, my parents carried me to where would be my home and left me there, instructing me not to follow them. Being so innocent, I didn't understand, until I noticed them starting to walk away from me. I cried and scream for them but they told me, "Don't worry, little one, we will come back for you tomorrow." Such empty lies! Usually, youkai are such good parents, not mine, they were two large shitbags that had the nerve to sink to even lower standards in which an honorable youkai might never sink to. Tomorrow came but they didn't. I was abandoned, left to fend for myself. Disobeying my parents, I went to find them but never did, rather I found a home with many different humans, allowing me to better observe their behavior. Humans to me, in my infantile years, were a curiosity and it was a key that youkai learn about them in their infantile years. At least, I looked human enough to evade some suspicion, allowing me observe them further. By the time I was three, I had learned how to manipulate them to meet my own demands, especially the ones that had a soft spot for orphans. Of course, that gave way to a new challenge, manipulating other youkai.
Manipulating other youkai wasn't too different, being that many were simple-minded, if not outright stupid. Often, I had fun with that, luring them into simple traps and games. Sometimes, I would manipulate them into ravaging villages and pretending to be the victim of them or pretending that they were chasing me. I remembered often I had to transition to different villages and youkai from time to time because I never did forget some beatings from humans. By the time, I was four, I had acquired a new skill, bending borders. I often took to amusing myself with my newfound gaps but, with that, came laziness.