Disclaimer: Don't own Tsubasa Chronicles
Always the brash one, he sat right next to the campfire, the embers performing a routine well practiced around him.
Graceful and quick, dancers of the evening sky.
Around him they sat; the ones he traveled with.
Not his friends. Not his companions.
"Attachment breeds weakness," a wise man once told him. A shadowed memory diluted by the ways of the sword.
And by the sword would Kurogane live and die.
Because for him, the sword was his home; and by no means would he ever abandon it.