Ashura_7361

Life in the villages of the Empire was by all means peaceful. Hard labor, sure but mundane would best describe Tatsumi's life up to this point. And he had nothing against that. Little did he know that the life of peace he cherished would soon be reduced to a distant memory and replaced by constant death and endless rage. Perhaps his life was never meant to be peaceful. But...if all that remained was wrath, who was Tatsumi? He no longer cared. If tearing his enemies down with him was his purpose, he'd gladly fulfill it so the ones he holds dear can live to see another day. Especially her... No, he had to fight and soldier on because of the promises he made. And for that promise he was willing to stare death in the face and endure hell, if that meant that he could love her and hold her close for the rest of their lives. And amidst all of this, he would be led astray on the path left behind by a man his people once worshipped as 'demi-god'