Tatsu KinomiyaBorn inside of Kyoto, Japan, there was a small group of swordsman who were up to nothing but taking over the art of the swordsman. The only thing was that the group decided to take on a little betrail on their leader Tenetsu Kinomiya. They were planning on killing their leader so that they may be on a killing spree of their own. They knew for a fact that if he kepted on living then there wouldn't be any unnessacry killing happening. The band only had so much patients for this type of calibur. So to make their point across, they decided not to perform whatever mission Tenetsu would give them. Tenetsu's only son, Tatsu Kinomiya, knew that something was wrong about this group. One reason was because he would always spy on them. Even though he would never get caught by the band, he knew he couldn't just up and tell his father without proof. So the way he did so was informed his father to allow him the Kinomiya Muramasa. It was his father's pride and joy. When Tenetsu was sleeping one night, the band knew that this was a good time. Tenetsu only wakes up when he has been drinking and eating before he fell asleep. Since the only meal they had that day was six in the morning, then it was likely Tenetsu would never awaken until morning. What a clear cut way of slaying a former leader one would say. "What do you five think your doing?" a fourteen year old voice would ask from the door. Before they could turn their heads, Tatsu had already killed two of them. The weight of the muramasa was holding him back from killing the rest. Dammit...it's too heavy for another strike. he thought to himself. "Heheheh, what a brave young teenager. Tatsu-kun, you will be dying now." the first of the band stated with an evil smirk across his lips. Tatsu was frozen in one spot as he shivered. "No..I-I don't wanna die. Not at this age!" he stammered. "Too late!! Your de---argh." the swordsman would say before he fell to the ground. There was only two lefted, and Tenetsu was the one who slain the betrayer. What he used? It was a Kama that he would keep a secret from everyone except for Tatsu. The curved sword was good enough to hit a vital point of the enemy's spine. "That's three down...and two lefted." Tenetsu would say. The two leftovers wouldn't approve of that. They all dashed with katanas in their hands and towards Tenetsu. Seeing as his father was about to be struck by the foes, Tatsu brought out the strength he would need to stab one in the back. "That's one down and here's the second!" Tatsu would say as he spun around and kicked the other directly on his nose. This was only a fatal blow so it wouldn't actually keep him down for long. Tenetsu quickly took the muramasa from his son and then stabbed the foe isnide of his heart. Knowing this was a direct hit would state that he didn't have any chance of getting back up. Tenetsu placed the sword inside of it's holster and then placed a hand ontop of Tatsu's head. "Good job my son. You were right about these five. I'll teach you more about Bushido. One day I won't be around and you'll take the sword that the family crafted. The only way you'll recieve it is by blood and sweat. This will come from the training I'll be giving you. The only sword you'll get now will be this Kama." he threw the Kama towards his son and by human response he caught it. The two walked out into the sunset as a new few years of training will open new doors to this fourteen year old samurai in training.
Four years has passed and now Tatsu Kinomiya has become eighteen years old. This was the same age of his father before he was able to surpass the Kama stage and get use to the weight of the Kinomiya Muramasa. Every year it would be updated for the next samurai who would wield it. This is one reason why Tatsu couldn't function well enough with it. The fact that it was crafted for Tenetsu's strength was one reason. As they both set the muramasa inside of a flame, Tatsu would be the one who would be forging the sword to his feature. This would mean the strength, the speed, the defensive skills, and more of the blade would have to deal with himself. Wierd some might say, but that was how the family sword worked. "So who do I give the Kama to? I do not have a child." he stated plainly. "You'll keep it until you have one or have a pupil you'd aid. That's all." Tenetsu responded. Now that the family's blade was forged for Tatsu wielding only, Tenetsu would no longer be able to handle the weight and abilities of this sword. He was proud of that because it's the same way that his father felt.
On the next week, Tenetsu and Tatsu were being ambushed by some rouge samurais. They knew about the warrior known as Tenetsu Kinomiya. Since he no longer wield his legendary blade, he was easy picking. Unknown to them, it wasn't that easy. It was a long a troublesome battle, but they provailed in defeating the rouges. Unfornatatly, Tenetsu didn't last long the last five minutes. He lefted a crying son who was now a man in his eyes. "No my son. Do not cry over death...it'll only hold you back from what your dreams are. Move on into the future as the sun will always set on such events. Grow...that's all I want you to...do......" the final words of his father surged through his head as he nodded his head. "So be it." he muttered. Scrapping the holster into his belt, Tatsu walked along inside of the sunset to prosue his dream.
