Hisaoichi Senkai

History: It’s just like I used to childishly say as a boy. It’s all coming up Hisao. As I watch Matsu decay day by day, I can’t help but appreciate how deliciously wicked fate can be. I certainly didn’t choose to be born paraplegic, or to be cast aside as some unworthy creature when the time for the changing of power arrived. But it’s just as well. The fools will squabble over power and stab each other in the back, and I will watch with external calm yet internal glee. I will outlast them all. Then again, as my poor little brother fades into a shell of his former self, perhaps it’s time to remind everyone that this insignificant creature is not so easily squashed. It’s clear now that I’ll never command de jure control of this operation of course. The spectre of fear that the family carries would dissipate instantly. But this creature has hands, and nobody said that I couldn’t use my hands to pull a few strings. Yogini and Jeong are growing. Growing just as my fool of a brother is fading. Matsu thinks he only has his children as heirs to evaluate, he will regret his oversight. It’s time for one of my own children to seize power and be the glorious puppet on my strings. But which one of them? That is the question. Ahh perhaps it’s not for me to decide. Just as fate led me to this moment, I should let fate decide which of my offspring is worthy of leading the family. Playtime is over. It’s time to let my children know what is in front of them if they have the guts to seize it. Which of the two will take glory, leaving the other sibling lifeless with my brother in the dust? I look forward to finding out.