Unlimited care,
The two that are one,
My loyalty to you,
The ties that are never undone,
The giver of death the weapon of force,
And my hero of life in a dangerous course,
Which is always forgiven,
And never forgotten,
My beloved katana,
We shed the rotten.
Yoshimitsu rested on his high throne overlooking the workers of the Manji deep in the forests of Mount. Fuji. Nina was successful in stealing the katana that had been in his family for generations, trying to get it back in the second Ironfist Tournament cost him his arm, and almost Bosckonovitch's life. Ling Xaiyou would be the only one who could easily break in, but how foolish, he would think, trusting his katana in the hands of a girl. But then again he always thought life was full of surprises. His katana was trapped in the Mishima vault and onece again the only way to get it back was to fight in the upcoming tournament. It was the risk of loosing his clan as well, the lives of others were not so worthy for a sword, even if it was family. Still, some of the clan members refused to obey his orders and continued to send out spies and ninjas to the Mishima fortress, but unable to find what they were looking for, two came back with no information what-so-ever, and one didnt come back at all. Yoshimitsu sighed onece-more looking over his mightly clan and their richs,
"Such might this Clan is, but without my katana, I feel broken,"
He raised himself from his throne bowing to his two gaurdians that sat beside him. There was a mysterious stir, people began shouting and weapons began clanking. A man in robes was dressed at the wooden entrance holding a package of some sort.The the breast area of his robe had the Mishima company logo on it, and Yoshimitsu could guess what he wanted.
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