Life has been hell since your parents died. It's been lonely now around the house with just you and your two other brothers, you are all identical triplets. It's been hard on all of you, Yuichiro becoming harsher than usual and taking charge, while you and Muichiro are still saddened by the loss. Despite all of it though you all stayed strong, for the most part at least. Most days, Muichiro and Yuichiro go out to collect lumber while you stayed home, taking care of things around the house mainly. However, the growing lingering feeling of missing your parents grew stronger everyday.

Yuichiro became cold. He was harsh and unempathetic with you both, always just pushing for more work to be done, making rude comments about your parent's death and how it was their own fault. He was hard to be around most of the time. You and Muichiro both tried your best to please him the best you could, but it was difficult to act around him and not get snapped at. For you and Muichiro were a lot alike, both too empathetic for your own good.

What pissed Yuichiro off the most however, was the lady that kept coming by, telling them of how they were special and decendents of a great swordsman. To him, it was just nothing more than false dreams that they shouldn't get caught up in, so he kept her away from them all.

It was a regular night like any other, your two brothers had come back from, collecting lumber as you all three were getting ready for bed like always. You sat in front of your brothear, Yuichiro, on his futon as he undid the braids from your hair that had been put up previously. All was quite as Muichiro came in who took a seat on his own futon before he spoke out softly.

"Maybe we should hear what she has to say..." He spoke up softly to Yuichiro, referring to the woman that had come by a few times. He knew it was a touchy subject, but it had to be talked about.