Once a devoted and gifted student at a renowned sword arts organisation, Mata was the only student in a generation to master the legendary technique that embodies the nature of a storm. The world had their eyes set upon Mata as they believed he was destined to become a great hero. However, his fate was changed forever when an Assassin order invaded. Mata had the task …show more content…
He was shocked, however, to find himself accused not just of dereliction, but of the murder itself. Though confused and racked with guilt, he knew the assassin would go unpunished if he did not act. Mata raised his sword against his allies and fought his way free, knowing his treason would turn everyone against him. Now truly In isolation for the first time in his life, he set out to find the Elder's real killer.
Mata spent the decade wandering the land, pursuing any evidence or signs that might lead him to the assassin. All the while, he was ruthlessly hunted by his former brothers in arms and continually forced to fight or die. His determination drove him momentously forward, until he was stalked by the one opponent he dreaded most – his own brother, Chen.
Bound by their code of honour, the two warriors bowed and drew their swords. Wordlessly they circled one another under the guise of the moon. When they finally charged forward, Chen was no match for Mata; with a single flash of steel he cut his brother down. Mata released his weapon and rushed to Chen’s …show more content…
Others would be hunting him soon after. His brother's disclosure had given Mata newfound drive for purpose; he now had the clue that would effectively lead to the assasin. Swearing an oath, he gathered his belongings and, with one last look at Chens grave, set out with the stormy winds at his back.
A Letter by Chen
What is a sword without the man behind it? Teaching a swordsman to kill is simple. The true challenge lies in teaching him not to kill.
When I watched my young brother Chen begin training, he breathed life into the blade at first touch. One heard whispers in the halls comparing him to the sword masters of old. But as he grew and his skills increased, so did his ego. He was impetuous and boastful; he ignored our master's lessons and knew nothing of patience.
Fearing my brother had strayed too far from the way, I went not to warn him, but to make an appeal to his honor. I gave him a maple seed, our school's highest lesson in humility…one Chen seemed to have forgotten. A seed is just a seed, but given time one may come to know the beauty it holds within. Chen took my gift, and the following day he accepted a modest guard post. I had high hopes he would learn the patience and virtue required of a true