"Take a breath for me. Slowly."
He breathed in and out.
"How does it feel?"
"It's easier than before. It's unnatural though. I can taste the metal."
"I'm sorry it had to be this way Yasuo."
Yasuo awoke to the sounds of gentle music playing around him. The metal walls formed a prison that closed in around him. He had never liked the feel of any metal other than that of his sword. He paused to take in the scene. A clockwork woman sat across from him, staring at him, half with concern, half with curiosity. He felt around, but was met only with alarm.
"Where is it?" Yasuo cried out.
"What?" She asked.
"My sword, it's gone. I would not be careless enough to have lost it."
She took a moment, "You really don't remember?"
"There is nothing to remember, I woke up here and my sword is missing. You are the only one here to provide answers."
"Your sword was destroyed… I'm sorry."
"You lie woman," He ran up and shoved her against the wall, "Start talking."
"You were ambushed from the dark. Before we could act, he had already slipped away. Your sword laid shattered beside you. Now it rests in there." She pointed to a chest in the corner of the room.
Yasuo let go immediately and ran to the chest. Inside laid the scattered remains of the sword he had spent hours training with. A piece of rage boiled up inside.
"What did you do to it!?" He yelled out.
"I did nothing. I have made you aware of what happened…" She responded.
"Who are you? Tell me that at least."
"Does it matter?"
"It matters to me."
"I am Orianna. However, this information is not important to you."
"What information is important to me?"
"Your memories…"
Yasuo cringed as a wave of pain shot up his spine. He clutched at his face in agony, but it was not his own face that he touched. It was cold and hard. Yasuo looked at his hands. They were made from some type of non-Ionian metal. He now understood. He remembered.
"I died…" Yasuo spoke softly.
"No, you lived." She walked up to comfort him.
"How is this living?! I'm a tin can with not even my sword to comfort me." He brushed her aside.
"You are not the only thing that can be rebuilt," She motioned back over to the box, "Look on the hilt of the sword. You will find something out of place."
Yasuo slowly made his way to the chest again, feeling now his movements swifter and lighter. The hilt had slight modifications to it and a button on the side.
"I would point that away from you when you press it." Orianna called out.
Yasuo moved it around in his hands before hitting the button. In an instant, wind began swirl around the sword forming bridges of light that folded in on itself. The sword Yasuo once knew was now a beam of hardened light. He threw it around in his hand, feeling the new weight. With one swing he called forth his signature gust, ingrained with bits of refraction.
"I had heard about the famous wind technique, but had never seen it up close." Orianna spoke up.
"It's usually the last thing people see…" He replied coldly, "So what? Am I prisoner here?"
"You can leave whenever you want. The door out is over there." Orianna pointed.
"I want to know one thing before I go. Tell me everything about the man who attacked me."
"All I know is that he used a wind technique as well."
Yasuo fell silent.
"What is it?" Orianna asked.
Yasuo walked past Orianna silently and made his way outside the door.
"He's gone. Yasuo has begun to pursue the man who put blood on his hands. Things have gotten underway Project HQ." Orianna spoke aloud.
"Excellent. I want to test his new abilities first though." A voice came though the earpiece Orianna had on; It had ounce of venom behind it.