Kosmerd grew up in an orphanage in Wocheze in the Nord Kingdom, and no one knows who his parents were. Due to family poverty, unexpected disasters, and many other complex reasons, abandoned babies are not uncommon all over the continent of Calradia, and the unfortunate Epismod is one of them.

Growing up with a group of orphans with similar fates, Kosmod didn't care who his parents were during his childhood, and he didn't even know what they were. It wasn't until he was nine years old that he was playing with the naughty boys on the street outside the orphanage, when a child scolded him fiercely: "You are a little bastard who doesn't even know who your parents are!"

Since then, he has firmly remembered the word "parents".

As for the meaning of the word "parent", it was told to him by the director of the orphanage, a priest in the monastery where the orphanage was located.

It was a gray-haired, kind-eyed old priest, who, when he heard Ksmund ask him who his parents were, replied without thinking, smiling and slowly: "Your parents are the god of the sea and his wife, and the little companions around you, and the children of the god of the sea god, so you are brothers and sisters, and you children belong to the same big family. When you grow up, the Poseidon couple will show up and hold a coming-of-age ceremony for you. ”

The old pastor's answer made the then young Kersmod no longer confused about his "parents". But he gradually grew up, gradually became sensible, and gradually learned that he was an abandoned baby and an orphan.

"Who are my parents?", "Where are my parents now?...... Regarding the problem of his parents, he did not think about it, and he did not deliberately suppress himself from thinking about it. Although these questions are a little heavy for him, they do not make him feel too sad and sad. He didn't waste time and mind digging into these issues, because he knew it wouldn't be fruitful and meaningless.

In contrast, he is more concerned with questions like "What's going to be breakfast tomorrow?" Because he grew up in an orphanage, he has never experienced the benefits of having his parents by his side since he was a child, instead of his parents raised him, there were several priests and nuns, and in place of his brothers and sisters, there were a group of orphans with a similar fate to him, he never felt lonely, and he couldn't imagine how his life would be improved by having his parents by his side. Therefore, he does not need, does not need his parents, who had disappeared into his world from the very beginning of his life, to reappear in his world.

He still chose to believe the old pastor's words, and regarded the Poseidon couple as his parents, as well as his faith. However, as he matured, he gradually felt an inexplicable loneliness, which came from his humble background and bleak fate. He felt that he and the Poseidon couple were not only separated by land and sea, but also worlds apart. He is strong by nature, he is not overwhelmed by the inferiority complex like a tide, and is determined to seek change, just to get the glory of being close to the Poseidon couple, and to adhere to the long-standing faith in his heart.

Therefore, whenever he hears someone of his age scolding him for saying something like "you are a little bastard who doesn't even know who your parents are", although he will not quarrel with the other party senselessly, he will not hesitate to rush over and scuffle with the other party, even if he can't win the other party, at least let the other party have the same blue nose and swollen face as himself.

The Nord Kingdom has always been known for its fierce folk customs in Calradia, and most of the Nord men, both young and old, are born with a strong sense of force, and they have a passion for fighting bravely in their bones, even many Nord women. It is a people who are keen and good at fighting, and have great power. However, great power is always a double-edged sword, and while it can be turned into external combat power to help them better protect and conquer, it can also turn into uncontrollable violence within them, causing them to suffer heavy losses from within and even kill themselves.

Cummer also has a belligerent blood flowing in his body, and because he is an orphan, he has often been abused and ridiculed by his peers since he was a child, which makes him unbearable, and he always gets angry and immediately fights with the other party. Although after every fight, he would be locked up in the small black roof of the orphanage for a few days, and every time he had to endure the endless nagging in his ear when an old nun rubbed medicine on his wounds, he still shot when he wanted to, and never changed his stubbornness.

In order to win against those who abused and ridiculed him, the young Ksmod spent almost his days and nights pondering the problem of fighting with people, constantly improving his fighting skills, and insisting on exercising his physical fitness. Not only did he work hard to improve himself, but he also ran to the arena of Woche Ze almost every day, carefully peeking at the fighting skills of those who were engaged in martial arts matches.

Years of physical training and such hard study in martial arts have significantly improved Kosmerd's physical fitness and martial arts skills, and his fights with his peers have gradually changed from winning more and winning less to winning and losing less. For a long time, Kosmod was almost no longer beaten, and those hairy boys who were the same age as Kosmod no longer seemed to dare to abuse and ridicule him so presumptuously, after all, their arrogant and childish sense of superiority had almost been taught by Kosmoed, and the fear of Kosmode's fist and foot kung fu made them involuntarily become restrained.

It wasn't until the appearance of that guy that Kosmode's situation suddenly changed again.

In the middle of summer when he was fourteen years old, one afternoon, after nibbling on a piece of dry, hard bread and taking a few sips of water, he left the orphanage alone and wandered around the streets of Wocheze.

In the past, whenever he walked through the streets of Woche Ze, there would always be unfriendly peers who would block his way, laugh at him, and deliberately provoke him. By the time the adults passing by dissuade them, Kosmed was often bruised and swollen, and the naughty teenagers with whom he had fought were generally no better.

But ever since Kosmerd knocked down his troublesome peers with three blows and two blows, gradually no one dared to stand in his way. For a long time, Kosmode was able to walk freely and unhindered through the streets of Wocheze, but this day no longer seems to be the case.

As he strolled down an alley, two figures suddenly came out of the corner. The two figures, one tall and one short, were recognized at a glance by the short one who was a boy with whom he often fought, named Tema. And the tall one, which Kersmer had never seen, looked at least two or three years older than Kersmord, and even if he was not an adult, it was close.

"Little bastard, I haven't been beaten lately, do you feel itchy? See, this friend of mine, his name is Ola, and his father is a regular fighter in the Wocheze Arena. Of course, he inherited his father's skills well. Aren't you very good at fighting lately, do you dare to fight him?" Tema said smugly to Kersmode, pointing to the kid named Aura beside her, and a pair of small eyes shot a sinister look. This Tema is dark and thin, coupled with sinister eyes, obscene expression, and a sharp voice, which is really annoying like a rat in a pit. Not long ago, he was beaten up by Ekmerd, and this time it was clear that he was looking for someone to take revenge on Kersmer.

Kersmer took Tema's provocation as if it were the wind in his ears, and just looked at the boy named Ola calmly, but he certainly did not look at Ola's rough and ordinary face, which had no bright spots, it was really a public face, and there was nothing worthy of Kersmer's attention. Kosmerd stared at the red armor that Ora was wearing, and although it was tattered and faded, he quickly recognized it as the one worn by the fighters in the arena.

In the arena, Kersmer could often only see fighters duel naked with various wooden weapons, and only occasionally saw fighters wearing various colors of competitive armor appear on the sidelines. In fact, whenever the Nest Car held a competitive tournament, these fighters would wear competitive armor to compete, but when the competitive competition was held, a person of Kersmode's status could not even enter the arena at all, so he almost never had any chance to see those fighters wearing competitive armor for a real duel.

There is no doubt that this kid named Aura must have received this discarded athletic armor from his father, and his father, Kersmode, is likely to have seen it in the arena.

Ora squinted at Kersmode, raised her thick, messy eyebrows, and asked contemptuously, "Do you dare to fight me?"

"Why don't you dare?" replied Kersmurd, undaunted.

Afterwards, Korsmoud and Ola fought, while the kid, Tema, watched and snickered. Whenever Sensed was punched or kicked by Ora, Tema gloated and laughed or cheered. And Kersmod was engrossed in dueling with Ola, completely ignoring Tema's laughter and cheers.

However, despite his extreme focus and his best efforts to defeat Ola, he soon realized and silently admitted in his heart that he was no match for this Ola. First of all, in terms of physique, this Ola is much taller and stronger than Eksmoad, and then in terms of the strength, angle, rationality and normativity of his punches and kicks, Korsmer is even worse. That's the difference between having regular combat training and not having martial arts training.

Ola's father was a regular fighter, which allowed him to receive formal martial arts training from an early age and lay a solid foundation. And Kersmode, just by constantly fighting with his peers, gained some experience about fighting, and learned some fighting skills while watching the fighters' combat training, and he only learned the essentials decently. In this way, Kosmed fights the well-trained Ola like a militia fights a regular army, and without accidents, there is no chance of victory. Korsmod took advantage of his quick shots and only gave Ola a few attacks at the beginning of the duel, but soon, under Ola's impenetrable punches and kicks, he could only parry, and had no power to fight back. Although he is faster than Ola, he is not very fast and does not have an absolute advantage, and he is at a significant disadvantage compared to Ola in other aspects such as strength.

After a few minutes of stalemate, he finally found an opportunity to fight back, so he made a decisive move and punched Ola's lower abdomen, but he didn't expect that this was a flaw deliberately exposed by Ola, just to trick him into making a move. It wasn't until Kosmerd's fist approached Ola's lower abdomen that he realized that something was wrong, and when he tried to withdraw it, it was too late. Ora's hands clamped Kosmer's hand like iron tongs.

"Little bastard, will you admit defeat?" Ora asked with a smile.

"Don't be too happy!" Lookmerd replied angrily, trying to break free of his hand, but Ola suddenly slammed his arm into the ground. With a "kala" sound, Kosmerd's arm twisted and shifted.

Germund felt only a sharp pain coming from his arm, but he gritted his teeth and managed not to let himself scream. At the same time, Ola kicked him away with a kick in the lower abdomen. Kersmund staggered backwards and kept back, leaning against a wall to keep from falling just as he was about to fall.

"Haha, the little bastard's hand has been broken!" Tema cheered from the sidelines.

"Do you admit defeat, little bastard?" said Ola with a laugh as he walked towards Kersmer.

"You're losing! And you're bastards!" replied Kersmund fiercely.

"Oh, then I'll beat you all over the ground and see how hard you are!" said Ora as he stepped forward.

"Big Brother Ola, let me punch him a few times and kick him a few times!" Tema said, and when he saw Ola nod, he laughed and raised his fist and charged at Kersmoad. Kosmerd leaned against the wall, enduring the sharp pain in his arm, his whole body trembling involuntarily, and his whole body seemed to fall down at any moment. Seeing Tema and Ola walking towards him together, Korsmead remained motionless and silent, as if he had reluctantly accepted the fate of being beaten.

Tema was the first to run in front of Kersmode, followed by Ola. Tema threw a punch and slammed it into Kersmer's face, but before that, a hand had crept down on his chest. It was Sensed who saw this opportunity, and when Tema was about to make a reassuring move, Ola followed closely behind, quietly pressed his chest with his left hand, and then pushed Tema's thin body to Ola's place with a hard push. Tema didn't expect Sensed to have this hand at all, and when she was pushed like this, she slammed into Ora backwards with an "ah".

Due to the obscuration of Tema's body, Aura couldn't see the shot of Kersmer's left hand at all, and he didn't realize that something was wrong until he saw Tema's body crashing towards him, but it was obviously too late, he couldn't dodge, and was hit by Tema. When Ola angrily pushed Tema away and was about to strike at Kersmod, there was still Derm in front of him. When I looked to the side, I realized that Kosmod had run away.

After getting rid of the two, Kersmund sprinted through the streets and alleys, and did not stop until he returned to the orphanage. After that, he was imprisoned in a small black room.

He endured the sharp pain in his arm and walked into the small black room without saying a word, and several priests and nuns did not seem to notice that his hand was seriously injured, and did not notice the pain he hid under his stubbornness.