The wind blew fiercely through the innocent eyes of love. The two love bird's are like two pieces of ice stuck together in a freezer. Tenchu has short black hair, and is wearing a karate dojo gee. The color of his shirt is white as the color of white wine. His pants black, yet it was suitable for him. They were holding hands, and walking slowly through the park.
             Mitsmu was looking beautiful as ever. She had on some tight pants, and a dark green tank top. Walking through the park with a love one is a tradition in Japan. The two were enjoying each others company as the afternoon dies in the sunset. Love is a cure for the human soul. Love can also ascend a weakness in a human's spirit. Those words were a piece from Tenchu's poetry. He writes them in his spare time, while thinking about Mitsmu.
             Chang (Tenchu's twin brother) barged in the straw rounded house. He ordered Tenchu to clean the front yard, which was filled with fallen brown golden crisp leaves. The two brothers never liked each other since the death of their parents. They both were torn apart in the notorious storm that bombarded the small village. Their parents vanished, but the two still remain. The two of them still gave some thought about that terrible night. The pair of them argued, and Tenchu screamed back at Chang, and told him to clean up the yard. An argument went to yelling, the yelling lead to pushing.
             Like the typical brother and sister or brother to brother fights, this wasn't the case. Quickly Chang and Tenchu were in a battle with each other like two oversize bulls in a ring. They both knew the art of ju-jitsu, so this was a match. Through all of the hatred of each other, every second, minute, day, month, years have erupted like a volcano blasting hot steaming lava into the air. Tenchu had the wits of a great white tiger, and Chang with the strength of a grizzly bear. Both were badly bruised, and tired. Ch
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