Prologue
They dubbed me as Tenkai's most accomplished strategist – Field Marshal of the Western Army.
Mind you, I was not born with the current impeccable brain (others claimed and deemed this as true, not me). Things did not come easy at all. Many centuries were spent through burrowing my nose in countless books and scriptures. Endless favours were given to numerous mentors for their coaching and devotion. The price for success and power was so great and I still wondered whether such efforts were even worth the while.
They said I was eccentric, intelligent, cunning, sly and dangerous. But seriously, what actions of mine or events that could have warranted the other more infamous label of 'Kenren's whore'!? I have absolutely no idea.
My relationship with the men under my command were always close and even more so when it comes to my generals (oh yes, please pay heed to the plurality used). They were comrades in arms and at most best friends. Nothing unprofessional, I assure you that.
They complimented my beautiful face along with the pair of jade eyes that complemented it. Many regarded these features as 'rare' even among the most gorgeous gods. Little did they know the sort of agony and heartbreak this face and these eyes had brought upon me.
My love was attracted, no doubt – out of pure lust. I had to admit in defeat that I was an idiot for giving my heart to someone who hungered for my flesh and never my heart or even my soul. It was not until centuries later, I discovered that my feelings were anything but unrequited. And who would have thought that my eyes, those jade orbs that were practically useless without the aid of spectacles, were actually a symbol of great powers? Powers so immense, which surpassed beyond Tenkai itself.
They judged that I was a fool to throw away my immortality to shield the Itan child. Stand-and-watch was simply not an option after I figured out bits and pieces of Li Touten's self-conjured plans of treason, by means of using innocent children as pawns for his devious dispositions.
Being a strategist with the constant calculating and scheming mind, I knew that the odds were against us from the moment the Toushin Taishi raised his sword against Goku. More accurately, we don't stand a chance at all. Regardless, I tried… ruthlessly and stubbornly… because long ago, I failed to protect another child that would have meant everything to me if he was still alive.
Because I was not perfect as they perceived.
For I was a mere immortal, capable of the foolishness of a mortal...