Kensai

He never knew the light.

His world was always in darkness.

Born into it.

Bred by it.

Raised by it.

Touch was his only friend.

Sound his only ally.

The blades swung around him like an extension of himself.

He was at home only with a sword in each hand.

Alive only when he was fighting to kill.

To live by the sword is to die by the sword.

To be one with the blade is the only goal in life.

To be as swift as the wind, as fluid as water.

This is his life.

This is who he is.

He is Kensai.