The alarm clock blared loudly in a room decked with Blastoise merch. A boy in the room put his pillow over his head. "Do I have to get up...?" the boy groaned.

Meet Yoshida Akamura, the main character. He is 17. "I don't wanna get up," Yoshida groaned some more. "Wonder what's for breakfast? Hopefully, she's doing omurice. Or maybe pancakes."

He went downstairs in his Blastoise pajamas, only to see his mom Lucy making omurice. "I'm making your favourite breakfast."

"Perfect," Yoshida replied. "I love omurice! Got any curry catsup?"

"I ran out after fried chicken night. If I knew that, I woulda bought some. Go wake up Kwesi, your adoptive  brother."

A black boy in Arcanine pajams came dowstars; his name is Kwesi, an adoptee from Nigeria. He lost his parents  due to war. "Here I am," he said in his cute voice. "Oh, boy! Omurice!"

His dad Nobushiro sat down at the table with the other family members. "So, Yoshida, got a girlfriend?"

"No, sir. Women aren't loyal anymore. That's the cleanest way I could put it." He paused a bit, then he said, "I get to go back to school where I can be lied to. I'm cynical, I know."

His dad replied, "You'll be a graduate soon, Yoshida. Also, there's somebody out there for you. Maybe mingle with somne girls at school. There could be a sweet lady out there. And another thing, school isn't that bad; you can learns stuff. You go to Tōtsuki International School, one of the greatest learning institutions in Sapporo."

"I guess you might be right." Yoshida cut into his rice omelette and ate it. 

"Also," his father added 'when are you gonna get a job?"

"I'll look for one tomorrow, Dad. I wanna work at Walmart. Or a convenience store."

"Okay. Working to earn your keep is something you can do. I can take you if need be. Or you can walk or whatever. Just be careful -- crime has gone up lately!"

"You're kidding!" Yoshida put his fork down. 

"Nope. One guy got killed while picking lemons," Nobushino replied. "Carry a taser or something."

"Okay." The blue-eyed teen went back to eating his egg and rice dish. 

"What do you wanna do when you grow up?" his daddy asked.

"I wanna be an MMA fighter!" Yoshida declared. "I also wanna be a handyman."

His mom said, "Fighting? I'm scared for you... Those guys'll beat you to a pulp! Are you sure you don't want to be a doctor or lawyer?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sure I don't wanna do those things."

His dad chimed in, "Let him be an MMA fighter -- he can probably starch some people." He turned to his birth son. "What made you wanna do MMA?"

"Nate Diaz, Demetrious Johnson, Khabib Nurmagomedov, Shavkat Rakhmonov, Derrick Lewis, Israel Adesanya (when he's not boring), Nick Diaz, Merab Dvalishvili... I've been inspired to wanna take up fighting people." Yoshida got up to go fix him and Kwesi some orange juice. 

"Hmm." Nobushino pushed his cleaned plate to the side. "You should join an MMA gym. You might be able to knock some guys over, submit some guys..."

 Yoshida ate the last of his omurice. "I'm gonna sign up for a gym one day. I wanna be the best MMA fighter ever!"

"I believe you can do it," his father reassured him. He handed him ¥30. "Go get us a chocolate cake for dinner tonight. We're having meatloaf!"

"Yes, sir." Yoshida walked out the door to go on his quest.