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He had owned this blade for as long as he could remember.

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It was personally bestowed onto him by his mother, whom he loved deeply.

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When he first received it, he vowed to train with it night and day, rain and sunshin, summer and winter.

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His clan's main weapon was the sword. A weapon he would later trust with his life.

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His family honor mattered the most to him, he wanted to make his mother proud.

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Unlike his sister, whose devotion to the martial arts was to unsteady for his liking.

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His father was a dark patch in his life, his mother never spoke much of him. Telling him only that he was a powerful fighter.

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At the age of 8, his mother had told him that an old freind of his father's had offered to personally train both him and his sister in his father's style. It was an offer he could'nt refuse.

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He showed promise, a potential that surpassed even that of his own father.

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Now he was ready. At his ripe age of 17, he was prepared to take the responsibility of holding the honor of both his father's and his mother's great name and their style's.

"You've spent all day sharpening that thing, come on. Mom wants us in the living room"

"I'll be down in a minute"

"Whatever"

He waited until his sister's footsteps down the hall echoed down further and further before he closed the door to his room.

Sheathing the sword, he took it and placed it upon it's mantle. Glancing at it with a stare from his cold blue eyes. Speaking a simple phrase before leaving the room.

"You and I will make my parents proud"