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Since joining the Tojo-kai, things began to settle into place. He and his brother found their niche amongst similar minded, similar tongued wolves who shared some semblance of heritage - whether by blood relations or not. Either way, he enjoyed it - even if his monotonous expression seemed to suggest his blatant disinterest in everything around him. It didn’t, however, correlate with his true emotions inside, surrounded by a hardened heart and thorns around its core. He still had hatred and bitterness towards he and his brother’s unknown father, the one who abandoned them in their homeland. The anger within flowed in his veins, and gave him a reason to hone his fighting skills.

Approaching the sandy expanse he’d been to one too many times (in his own opinion), double-baded sword slung over his shoulder and his cat and Akita Inu in tow, he selected a decent spot for his liking, glancing about and soon tilting his head upwards to call for an opponent. He wasn’t large or brawny by any means, but the toned muscle of his limbs suggested a decent level of experience.

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