The Katana's song

When a friendship is born through rivalry it is forged in the hottest of fires. Bent and tempered time and again. Each fold a new level of respect, each layer a closer bond. 
Perhaps to the world outside this is not seen. As it is the feud that is so loudly projected, but no. The surface my be raging, but the calm beneath is that of an eternal friendship.

Their are none who understand this bond better then the hearts of warriors. Souls who hunger for rivalry, for challenge, for the betterment of body and mind. Souls who, in there deepest and darkest depths long for peace and companionship, but no not how to achieve such.

And so they wear their hearts into battle, standing strong and creating a bond like none other. A bond born of the will to survive, the will to fight again. The will to see the sun rise tomorrow.

And so, there are two bonds that should never be broken.

The rivalry that drives them in each day, the friendship of a soul who understands even the deepest reasons of your being. And the soul that stands beside you, aiding you, supporting you, moving with you as if you were one single entity.

The such of such is unbearable. Leaving nothing but an angry void, an emptiness that s not to be understood.

So stand, warrior, let the heavens hear your cry! Stand and become all that is. Challenge the world and face all that you fear. Conquer the darkness that haunts you and lead that bond of friendship into the next plane. Let the fires that forged the rivalry continue to burn in your soul! DO not be stricken by grief, but instead let it be the hammer that tempers the strength of your soul! 

Your companions will be there, always at your side at the time of battle, and your bonds unbroken will be the blade that is your determination.

Fall not into disrepair, and never shed a tear.

You are a warrior. So stand, let me be your weapon, the edge of the blade that fells the enemy, the guiding light that reminds you to be all that you can be and so much more. Become one with us in the field of battle and mourn us not if we depart. 
We will rest forever in the darkness of your heart.

So go forth and be the warrior that knows no defeat. Be the hand that guides us, the heart that hears our call. Be the force that drives us and we shall be the edge that takes the fall.