It was on the anniversary of his death Akuma came to the grave of Gen, once a year to pay his respects to the fallen master who had helped him come so far. He took the time to savour his encounters with the white-bearded lord of battle, remembering every moment in crystalline detail; he wondered how his old rival might think of him now? The situations he had gotten into, the lover and the teachings-
Hmm. Come to that, Gen might have approved of taking on students. It was certainly something to think about, as he sat cross-legged before his fallen foe... or friend.
With those two, the line was ever blurred.
Hmm. Come to that, Gen might have approved of taking on students. It was certainly something to think about, as he sat cross-legged before his fallen foe... or friend.
With those two, the line was ever blurred.