He was merely seven years old, but his enemies were all under the age of twenty.
He had to take the stage once a week, killing a fresh, living person each time. When people about his age or slightly older died one after another in his arms, Mahavira felt a pleasurable sensation from the killings. The beast-like prone-spiritual inside him sang high, and his movements became increasingly brutal.
From the second year, he started using brass knuckles as a weapon to face the impact of "all age groups."
Unexpectedly, he still won easily—even more easily than before.
However, when he won the championship, there were not many cheers for him.
It was then that Mahavira realized... his father had tampered with every one of his enemies to ensure his victory.
Mahavira was almost furious—he had a fierce fight with his father and was defeated despite giving his all. But after that, he gained his father's recognition.
