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Kaizen had heard his brother, Keito, was back. That his search had been fruitless, amounted to nothing but a waste of time. The way Kaizen saw it, there was no use in looking for someone who didn't want to be found-she'd left willingly, so why bother. Was that harsh? Maybe, but he'd always seen the world in a very black and white manner, she was their mother but had she truly earned their loyalty? Kaizen didn't think so. They were Hattori's above all else.

Moving to the training ring, a small grove hidden deep within the bamboo, Kaizen eyed his surroundings. Whoever had used it last had cleaned up well enough, the tatami mats cleared of fallen leaves and dirt. Tipping his head back he called out for his brother, curious if he had learned anything during his fruitless search, eager to see for himself.