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"The past never dies, no matter how much one tries to forget it. Despite one's best efforts to move forward, sometimes the weight of the decisions one was forced to make becomes too much for them to bear, haunting their every waking moment and casting a dark shadow over their lives." This is the reality that Ken had learned to cope with. Raised as someone following the way of the sword in both nature and skill, this young man was groomed to be the judge, jury and executioner for the enemies of his nation. As the years passed, his hands became more and more covered in blood. "How cruel it is to send a child to war and expect him not to be scarred." The time when his own blood began pouring down the charred battlefields, his mind and body continued to crack like a heart made out of glass. However, not every finish line is an end to everything--sometimes when one door closes, another door opens up Cover by -
Chapter One
