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❥ - a childhood memory
Going down the mountains with his master, Sayo knew that he was going to be sold for a good cause. That would make his master happy, and that was all he ever wanted to do.
Sayo, a tantou, being as important as any of the other swords? A little bit of pride entered his mind. Of course he wasn’t in the physical humanoid form one would see him as today, but he was young, still being tempered by the wishes of his master, his soul slowly taking shape.
So his growth in character would suddenly change with the roadside murder of his master, who was just an impoverished ronin whose husband had died a while ago, leaving her with only a son to lend aid.
Sayo could have been kind. He could have grown to be a talisman of protection, but instead, he would be stolen from his master’s corpse, to be used in the murders of others, until his late master’s son would find him later.
And that was when Sayo became scarred with this deep seeded feeling for revenge. It consumed him, devoured everything that he knew and left only this gaping hole where compassion would be.
His master’s son lived for revenge. Upon obtaining Sayo, the young sword’s will would be twisted and shaped to that. It hurt, this dark feeling in his chest. It hurt so much, but he felt the joy as he was used to take the lives of the ones his late master’s son wanted dead. Revenge…made his master happy.
His new master was happy. Revenge made him happy. That thought would continuously mold Sayo over the years.
Until that was all that mattered to him.
