What would you say if I told you that everything you knew was a lie? Everything that you thought you were so sure about?
You'd probably laugh at me. I wouldn't blame you. If I was in your shoes, I would've believed everything. I would've laughed as well. I would've said that the person telling me this was a fool and to get off my back.
But what if I told you I was the man responsible for those lies? The man behind the murders of hundreds. What would you say?
You wouldn't believe me completely, but you would be afraid. In order to convince you, I would most likely have to show you my blade. The blade that everyone knew. The blade that everyone feared. Of course, since you didn't have the experience of seeing it, it would seem just like any other blade, although one made in an older style.
Maybe there is no possible way for you to believe me except for me to become what I was: a murderer. A hacker.
An assassin.
Instead, let me tell you the story as my brother and I saw it. Believe it if you will, or deny all of it.
Wipe away the grime from your eyes. Wipe away the lies. Clear your mind of them.
Let me tell you the truth.
Legends of the Masters:
The True Story of Shourukasai
and
Kemnee Rauc
This is technically a reboot of "The Reploids of the Late Master Thomas", but I have gained experience, and I'm not pleased with how I started it out.
So, I am making this fanfic.
Again, it is set post-Megaman ZX Advent. I'll give specifics of years in the next chapter.
