---Ten years ago---<br/>Daisuke, Haru and Isamu glanced over the glistening waters in the midmorning sun. Daisuke being the oldest, could explain to his younger brothers what was going on. "The new comers are arriving on those pointed things, called ships, over there. They want to change us. For better or worse? We might not know right now," Daisuke explained to his younger brothers. Their father was travelling at this point, and was rarely ever seen. Their mother died not too long ago leaving the three to fend for themselves. It was not the easiest thing knowing that the olderst brother was eleven.<br/><br/>As the days passed and the years went on, the boys grew into capable young men. They stayed together through the hard times and the better times. They continued to grow and achieve what many thought to be impossibel for them to become great at. They followed their father's footsteps and became samurai.<br/><br/>---...Ten Years Later...---<br/>Daisuke was found just outside of Kyoto with a geisha and a drink in hand. No one knew the secrets he would be willing to share. He couldn't even imagine the secrets he could hold. Being the eldest brother, it was a bit difficult for him to accept full responisibility for raising his two younger brothers, Haru and Isamu. They were all equally responsible for raising each other.<br/><br/>Haru was found with a sword in hand facing the back of the woods, dodging and parrying with his sensei of old. He found the man somewhere along his travels with his brothers and stayed behind. No one really knew why Haru stayed behind. His nature was mysterious to everyone who knew him.<br/><br/>Isamu trained alone. No one really knew why. He just prefered it that way. He was five miles outside of Kyoto staying put. He prefered the loner status. Every geisha he spoke with never really knew him, and neither did the samurai. He prefered it that way for some reason.