Chokuro began life pretty happy and very well-fed. Constantly with some kind of candy or pastry, he went about his early childhood eating and playing with his best friend Shikaro, whose parents were good friends of his. This changed somewhat when he entered the academy. Always a fan of flashy and louder colors, when he met the other kids, candy in hand, looking candy-colored himself, he was subject to a lot of bullying.
After being pushed around and humiliated, he came home crying one day and sought comfort from his parents. He was so mad at the other kids, so frustrated with the way that they treated him. Why were they so mean? It was at this time that Chochino, in an effort to comfort him, told him that they would not be like this forever, that the kids would get older and mature. Chokuro did not like this response. He would just have to endure it? Why? They would just get better later? But why should he have to deal with them now? Angry at his father, he ran away from home after raiding the refrigerator.
Unfortunately, he did not get very far. A jar of pickles burst open in his backpack leaving him and the rest of his food stinking of pickles. Alone, scared, hungry, and with nowhere to go, he wandered into the market district hoping to find someone to give him some food. Unfortunately, his terrible pickle stink scared away most. Sitting on the sidewalk, he balled his fists and started to cry. That is... until... a man carrying a rather large box asked him to please move out of the way. He wiped his eyes with his fists and his snotty nose on his sleeves and moved out of the way, hanging his head as little drips of transparent goo fell from various facial orifices, frustrating all his efforts to remove them. In defeat, he planned to return home. But as he turned to leave, the man with the box from earlier approached from behind and placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Hey kid. What are you doing around-"
Alarmed, Chokuro began to yell!
But the giant man stepped back and began to laugh.
"Sorry, kid", he said seemingly taken aback himself, "You've got some good muscles under that fat."
This did not seem to stop Chokuro from yelling and it was beginning to attract attention.
"Look, I run a personal training class at the gym and-"
But by this time, there a crowd was beginning to form, so the man waved his hands at Chokuro and left. When he returned home, his mother showered him with treats to cheer him up and then showered him with water to remove the pickle stench. Chokuro, for his part, said nothing to his father, who stayed in his room. The next day, Chokuro set off to the gym to meet the box man that wished to train him.
It happened that lifting was a perfect fit. Not only did he feel stronger and more confident, but he found that he was much better able to deal with his own feelings. His anger dulled when he could just go to the gym and pump iron. The other kid, sensing his confidence and finding him harder to push around, also started leaving him alone. This pleased Chokuro immensely. See? His dad WAS wrong. He didn't have to just wait for things to get better. He could change them on his own.
Over time, as his confidence grew and he did too, he found himself clashing more and more with his dad's more passive ways of solving problems. He seemed... lazy to him. If he could do something, why didn't he? Though his mom would try to settle the disputes with good food, love, and affection, and despite his father not seeming to hold Chokuro's acting out against him, it was clear that there was a growing rift between the two. Chokuro began to spend more time out of the house, taking up break dancing and drumming, spending even more time at the gym... But he'd always come home for dinner.
In school, Chokuro seemed to be well-liked. His friendly and simple nature coupled with a complete lack of pretension and self-consciousness earned him many friends. He still preferred his moody childhood friend Shikaro to anyone else, but he was a social kid. When he finally graduated and was placed on the First Battalion, his mother threw a giant buffet party and invited the entire class, a party which was a moderate success.