Grey City, a grade 1 city. One of the lowest rank a city could have with one of the least developed city. These kinds of cities were only better than slums.

"How many times have I told you not to practice a martial art?" Questioned a middle-aged female who looked beautiful. She was bandaging the swollen arm of a ten-year-old boy with black hair and black eyes and was extremely pale. He was skinny too. Looking at him someone would fear that he would faint any second.

"Sorry... Mom." Said the small boy as he tried to stop his tears but unfortunately, they kept on falling. In this age where a single pill could heal such injury in seconds only bandaging and plastering them could be see