Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was born in Tokelau, but his family had moved to Samoa when he was young. Kuto had never really felt like he belonged anywhere. He was too dark-skinned for the Samoans and too light-skinned for the Tokelauans. He spoke Tokelauan fluently, but his Samoan was better. Kuto always felt like he was caught between two worlds and never really belonged to either one.

The only place Kuto ever felt truly comfortable was on his bicycle. He would ride for hours, exploring every inch of Samoa. It didn’t matter if it was hot or cold, rain or shine; Kuto loved being on his bike. The wind in his hair and the sun on his skin made him feel alive in a way nothing else could.

One day, while out cycling, Kuto came across a group of boys who were picking on a smaller child. Without thinking any further about it, he rode over and stopped them from bullying the boy any further