Since he was young and traveling with his grandfather, he had known of the existence of magic. It had caught his attention then, the mystifying nature of the art itself was more than enough to pique his interest. He had asked his grandfather to teach him in the arts of magic one day, even if all he could teach was the language of the spells. He'd listened attentively and hidden his knowledge from the rest of the world. Only his grandfather knew, since they were together at the time.
Shortly after his grandfather's death, he and his brother grieved. At that time, he had shown his brother the magic he'd learned mostly on his own. "Brother, look!" a ball of light appeared in his right hand. "Grandpa helped me learn how to read the text, so I practiced!" he beamed at his twin. "That's something... I heard England can do this, too?" "Uh-huh! But mine's a bit different... the scrolls were mostly in Latin!" "Amazing...!
However, the two were separated not long afterwards.
Since then, they'd resented the world for many reasons, two of which were more prudent than the rest…
~Fifty Years Later~
"Brother." During one of the rare instances they could be together, his twin had asked something of him. "Teach me magic." They stared at each other for a while. Lately, his older brother had been demanding to learn magic. He pat his brother's hair, carefully avoiding the curl. "It will take some time… This magic is different from England's magic… It isn't as well known… I've also tinkered around with it and changed it up a bit…" "I know that! So teach me your magic, already! We'll teach them all not to mess with us…" he sighed at his older brother's words. "Alright. However, brother… you have to be patient with this. One does not master magic overnight." The determined look on his twin's face told him all he needed to know. Soon, they would get their vengeance on the world.
For looking down on them…
For separating them…
The perfect payback…
No one would see it coming…
~Two Thousand Years Later~
He found it annoying, how certain countries thought they could conquer others without consequence. It is annoying, even more so when some countries didn't seem to mind. As he straightened his red kimono, he pondered on the idea. Could no one see that others were hurt one time too many? So much that, even when they are free and independent, they are easily influenced… He found it more annoying that they don't fight as much as they should. Had the others crushed these nations' free will to the point that they are irreparable?
He wanted to destroy it. This 'peaceful era of equality'. Was there truly such a thing as that? He knew it was a lie. A well-fabricated lie weaved by the larger, more powerful nations. He wanted to be rid of the lies. Even if it meant letting out one's truest, darkest desires. A familiar brunette came over to him, white dress shirt splattered with tomato sauce. "Is something wrong?" the worry in the man's voice would be touching, if he did not forgive those who have always wronged him… and continue to do so.