The sun was beating down on Kuto as he walked along the beach. He could feel the rage boiling inside of him, ready to explode at any moment. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tight. He had been walking for hours, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. The anger was too strong.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a primal scream and started pounding his fists into the sand. He didn’t stop until his hands were bloody and raw. Then he collapsed onto the ground, exhausted from the release of emotion.

Kuto knew he couldn’t keep living like this, filled with rage all the time. It wasn’t healthy or sustainable. But he didn’t know how to change it either. It felt like the anger was a part of him, like it defined him somehow