Yasuo stood in front of the massive stone doors between him and the League. He read the inscription above the door carefully, "The truest opponent lies within." He grunted at the sign, feeling a pang of guilt at an aged memory. The doors slid open with ease and little noise. Inside was pitch black, however unnatural it seemed. With the wind softly blowing at his back, Yasuo entered the room.
Students sat lined up on the edge of a mat. All of them wore simple grey uniforms and had plain bamboo Bokens at their waist. A tall middle aged man strode in front of the students. He stopped in front of a young Yasuo, whose hair was tied back in a short ponytail and his eyes serious. "Yone, Yasuo. Prepare to a spar." In unison they said, "Hai Sensei!" From the other end of the line up Yasuo's brother Yone stood up and took position at one end of the mat. Yasuo followed shortly after.
Yone held his Boken high and strong. A typical battle stance for a trained warrior of Ionia. Yasuo however held his Boken at resting position on his waist, though his hand rested on the hilt. Their eyes met in a calm sort of way, no conflict passed between them. It was only a spar. The sensei stood between them and looked to them both. He nodded, "Begin!" The brothers began to circle each other slowly, never breaking eye contact.
The warm air passed easily over Yasuo's face from outside. It was summer and the sensei had left the dojo door open for the breeze to come in. With a sudden gust of wind Yone charge forward. Yasuo stood still and waited for the right moment. He felt the wind push him forward and he left his body move with it. He pulled his Boken free and thrust it forward, ending the duel in seconds.
The scene changed and the warm summer air became a cold winter's frost. The day became night and only the moon lit up the clearing. Yasuo was surprised, then he felt the warm trickle of blood cover his hands. An old Yone stared at him calmly, with a katana through his gut. Yasuo gasped and dropped the sword, his brother along with it. Yone grunted as he fell to the floor. Yasuo leaned over him, his eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You didn't have to chase me… I didn't do it. I DIDN'T DO IT!" Yone smiled slightly, "Our elder was killed by a wind technique, who else could it have been?" And with those final words Yone passed silently into the afterlife.
Yasuo sobbed silently over his brother's dead body for a long time after. As he went to get up and leave Yone's eyes flew open, though they were not his own. He spoke, in not his own voice, but someone elses. "Why do you want to join the League, Yasuo?"
Yasuo was shocked at first but quickly calmed himself. "I want to prove my innocence. Show that I am not the murderer." Yone stood up and spoke in a more angered tone, "Why do you want to join the League Yasuo?" He growled in reply, "I want to avenge my brother's death by my own hands. Find the one who is responsible for all this mess."
The voice became calm, "How does it feel, exposing your mind?" Yasuo closed his eyes and pushed his katana back in its sheath on his waist. "It felt… like I didn't have to shoulder my burden alone." Yone dissolved into cherry blossom petals as the wind picked up and blew him away. The scene faded and Yasuo was left alone in a large empty room with the door to the League open on the over side. He heard the howl of the wind pushing through the underside of the entrance and smiled. He then turned and strode forward, letting the wind's grasp guide him.