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There were two steel skinned brothers. One was a passivist the other a warrior and wherever they went they gained followers. Two righteous brothers split in their own conflict, wanting justice, but unable to work together. One would sit and meditate while enemies struck fiercely. He convinced whole families to join him and when he was attacked they were attacked as well, but not being steel skinned they fell to the brutal onslaught and the passivist brother would move on trying to do what’s right while watching others die. The other brother would rage against the abusive power battling Knights and Samurais. He went wherever there was oppression, fighting was his obsession, and being steel he did not even feel the cold hard strikes of arrows, swords, and knives. People would follow him and when he fought they fought as well, but not being steel skinned they fell to the brutal onslaught and the warrior brother would move on trying to do what’s right while watching others die.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Two Steel Skinned Brothers
There were two steel skinned brothers. One was a passivist the other a warrior and wherever they went they gained followers. Two righteous brothers split in their own conflict, wanting justice, but unable to work together. One would sit and meditate while enemies struck fiercely. He convinced whole families to join him and when he was attacked they were attacked as well, but not being steel skinned they fell to the brutal onslaught and the passivist brother would move on trying to do what’s right while watching others die. The other brother would rage against the abusive power battling Knights and Samurais. He went wherever there was oppression, fighting was his obsession, and being steel he did not even feel the cold hard strikes of arrows, swords, and knives. People would follow him and when he fought they fought as well, but not being steel skinned they fell to the brutal onslaught and the warrior brother would move on trying to do what’s right while watching others die.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
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