Two Clans: Ryun versus Scarr

Familial Disputes
It had been six months.

Six months of walking and interdimensional travel, fighting off robbers, helping people, trying to find that one person in the universe that could handle these long pieces of metal on his waist his brother called swords. He had unsheathed them before. They were just a regular Wakizashi and rapier, just fancy decorations on them. He had even swung the former one, it was so light compared to his own giant weapon carried on his back, it felt like he was using a toothpick.

But he knew today was different in a way.

In the kind of way how you know it's going to be a bad day, and until it actually starts you want to hide in your closet and sing "Kumbayah" all of the time until the end of that day. But, he did what he did best:

Ignored it and kept walking.