There is no absolute good or evil, only the naked struggle to survive. They walk the line between law and crime, making rules with violence and judging brotherhood by profit. They built their reputations and fortunes amid flashing blades, while deceit and treachery wore away their warmth and sincerity. They ask nothing of fate and rely only on their fists.
After five years in prison, he returns to find his brothers have become enemies.
(This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.)
Not bad, good, suits my taste