His grip on Masamune relaxes for an instant, and then IT happens. Memories begin to flicker in and out of his head, flashes, scraps of things, names, faces. He drops to a single knee, and clutches his head, a silver curtain falling on him courtesy of his hair. Then it gets worse, and a lifetime passes through his head, from birth until the last thing he remembered. Names of things and people flashed through his mind and he lifted his eyes heavenward. And he began to scream.<br/><br/>It lasted for a few seconds, sounding off of the walls, and tearing at the eardrums of all within earshot. His eyes went bloodshot, and the scream began to die down when he managed to gain his composure, standing upright, and looking straight at the boy standing in the centre of the room. Raising the Masamune, he turned and  sliced straight through the steel locker, and with an almost nonchalant ease, shook his head to face Karma. "I know who I am."<br/><br/>Slicing a wave at his opponent he didn't wait for it to hit or miss before he threw himself at Karma