My brother and I were orphaned when we were very young. The man that brought us into his home and raised us was a master of the martial arts. He had devised his own style - Ansatsuken. He taught my brother and I... though I disagreed with our master's philosophy. He devised the style to kill and kill efficiently.

I left his dojo, and started my own. I trained my students to fight, but not kill. I suppose in a way, I am attempting to honor my adoptive father, while staying true to my own way.