Fuku has always lived his life as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted without forethought. It worked out for him, usually; with a genuinely easygoing nature, living so carefree came to him naturally, and he got by just fine. He never wanted for anything, and when he desired something—whether it be a good meal or a warm body to fall into bed with—he could get it with no effort on his part. He was lucky. Life was just ...
