??????? ?? ?????: The Next Generation. {BOOK 1/2.}

ᗩ/ᑎ: I KᑎOᗯ ᗯᗴ ᗩᒪᒪ KᑎOᗯ ᗩᗷOᑌT ՏᗴᑎᒍᑌᖇO'Տ ᗷᗩᑕKՏTOᖇY ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼOᗯ ᕼIՏ ᗰOTᕼᗴᖇ ᗪIᗴᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼIՏ Oᒪᗪᗴᖇ ᗷᖇOTᕼᗴᖇ ᘜOT ᗪOᑌᘜᑎᑌTIᖴIᗴᗪ. ᗷᑌT TᕼIՏ OᖇIᘜIᑎ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᕼᗩᑭᑭᗴᑎ ᗩᖴTᗴᖇ Tᕼᗴ ᗰᑌᘜᗴᑎ TᖇᗩIᑎ ᗩᖇᑕ. Tᕼᗴ ᖇᗴᐯᗴᖇՏᗴᗪ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗷᗴ ՏOᗰᗴTᕼIᑎᘜ ᗴᒪՏᗴ ᗩᒪᒪ TOᘜTᕼᗴᖇ ᗷᑌT ᗷᗩᖇᗴ ᗯITᕼ ᗰᗴ. TᕼIՏ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗪIᐯᗴ Iᑎ ᗪᗴᗴᑭᗴᖇ Oᑎ ᕼOᗯ ՏᗴᑎᒍᑌᖇO ᗩᑕTᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᗷᗴᑕᗩᗰᗴ ᗩ ᗪᗴᗰOᑎ ՏᒪᗩYᗴᖇ. ᗷᑌT ᑕOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᕼᗴ ᑎOT ᗰᗩՏTᗴᖇ ᖴᒪᗩᗰᗴ ᗷᖇᗴᗩTᕼIᑎᘜ?

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Senjuro held the haori with all of his strength. First it was his mom and now Kyojuro. Shinjuro Rengoku turned to his before walking off to sit outside.

Senjuro sighed with half relief and half worry. He looked down at the haori his firey eyes looked down and they stained it with tears. Senjuro wiped his tears before looking up at the boy with earrings and maroon hair with a green checkered haori walk off further in the distance.

The wind started to blow and it blew the fire like hair. Senjuro could see blood stains on it and it made him even more upset that I was his very own brother's blood on it.

Senjuro felt dizzy and his stomach did strange somersaults over and over again. He felt weaker and his mind blanked out. What was he going to do? Without his brother, he's useless.

Senjuro went back inside to carry on doing some chores. It made him worry because his father had not speaker to him or gave him orders. Shinjuro Rengoku was extremely quiet and his made Senjuro worry. His father is the loudest person he knows and even Shinjuro himself knows that too.

Senjuro finished sweeping outside when he then carried on with his chores.

Night rolled around uninvited and Senjuro felt extremely tried. Knowing well he was going to cry himself to sleep that night. Now that Kyojuro is dead, he could have never felt more hopeless. First mother and now Kyojuro...haven't I suffered enough?! Tears came out and Senjuro punch his pillow so hard it flew and hit the wall with a loud bang.

Senjuro gasped. Was I that angry? I better get some sleep though. Senjuro shook it off and went to go grab the pillow again. He laid on the floor bed and looked at the garden through his window. He wanted to be there. Peacefully playing among the soft and cool flowerbeds and taking in the crisp air surrounding him.

He wanted to let the moonlight shine down on him and most importantly, he wanted to be there with Kyojuro. But that only laid in a dream of his.

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It felt like 1 billion years for Senjuro even though it was only the start of the morning. Shinjuro left a letter by Senjuro's bedside telling him he needs to collect water from the well nearby. Senjuro groaned.

Senjuro walked around the house to find his father either sitting outside with his beloved bottle of alcohol, or lounging about with his beloved bottle of alcohol. However non was the case.

Shinjuro just left Senjuro alone in the house and still wants him to collect water from the well. Senjuro threw on some nice, new and fresh clothes that he prepared himself and walked out of the house with an iron bucket.

Senjuro had ventured out to collect water from the well but it was only once or twice. He knew the route very well and if he did get into trouble, he could run very fast and had an iron bucket on him.