The world was not always as peaceful and tranquil as it is now. No. In fact, it was on the brink...long ago.
Centuries ago, a titanic beast set foot on this very planet. All life that had the misfortune of crossing its path was completely destroyed. Its power insurmountable. Reinforced by its terrible appearance. As days pass, cities turned to ruins. More blood was spilt. Hopes were crushed. The light was sure to have been sealed away.
Just as all hope had disappeared, a bright ray of light pierced through the grim and gray space. Almost as a sign of hope, two silhouettes descended from the light. The people were enchanted. And at the same time frightened.
"...Fear not", one of them started to speak, as though they were able to read the people's hearts.
And then, the other spoke as well. "Do not let this foul creature overwhelm you. A stronger power... A power to overcome all tribulations. Lying dormant in you."
"You must summon it. Call on it. Together as one world. One people."
"And with it and each other, you will defeat this monster..."
"Your combined faith can trump anything... If you are willing."
"We will join you. So please, do not be afraid."
"Together as one world. One people."
"Those who are willing... Step forth. And accept the destiny of your world into your hands. You have been given the right to live. Prove yourself worthy. Join the both of us. And vanquish this Infernal Beast!"
The people were moved. Still, there were those who are afraid. Yet those willing to make the change also stood. Those who mustered the courage joined the two knights of hope, clad in armors of red and blue. The combined power of the people. Along with the knights' aid.
Finally. After much bloodshed, much suffering, the battle is won. The war had ended. The world was for the people to reclaim. From that day forward, the war was known as "the Black Brigade". The terrible creature was dubbed as "the Infernal Beast", or "It".
Had they not been guided by these two knights, the greater strength of the people could not be summoned. The world would have been sure to end. Time's march would come to an eternal halt. As a symbol of gratitude, a monument was crafted in the knights' image. Its epitaph: "Those who are set apart from this world. Those who helped its people reclaim it."
But the knights realized that their existence in the world was too good to last. They chose to pass their teachings, their strengths, and their spirit. Knowing that the people were strong enough should their bond remain unbroken. From generation to generation. An inherent art...the art of Woo Foo was born. The knight in blue – "The Mediator" – passed on the spiritual arts. The knight in red – "The Governor" – taught the people the martial arts and weapon-oriented combat.
These teachings would live on...
...up until the present day...