Everything must have a beginning. Masters were once amateurs. Adults were once children. Friends were once strangers. This is just that: the beginning. Of two boys who grew to be men. Of two strangers who became brothers. Of two swordsmen who became legends. *Re-posted*

One hundred years is a long time. Enough time that the people one's supposed to love seem so different, so alien, that one can't help but feel alone.

Abuse doesn't just disappear. It lingers, festers, and poisons thoughts, relationships, and hope. Megumi knows this all too well.