The smell of the stables filled Kotaro's nostrils as he shoveled the old hay away. It had been simpler then he had originally guessed to get a job working at the estate. The estate where his father lived with his actual family. Kotaro himself was a bastard of the owner of this estate, his mother dead while giving birth too him. His name was given too him, and it was something that he despised being named.<br/><br/>Its meaning meant destined for greatness, yet here he was, scooping up hay and shit from the stables, working under his bastard father. His plan was too ruin him, take his place in the family as he should and ruin the man that used his mother and refused to take in his son.<br/><br/>"Just climb the ladder." He told himself as he walked too one of the large horses. He took a comb and started brushing its hair gently. "Your a bit under given too aren't ya?"