Sorry i haven't updated... I just never get around to writing the damn things. BUT I'M DETERMINED. I WILL WRITE THIS!

Chapter II - The Woman Behind the Desk

"ASERYO!" A younger Yasuo unleashed a Steel Tempest for the first time. The cyclone hit a target dummy, cutting it up into pieces and flinging it into the air.

"Excellent work, Yasuo!" Cheered his Master. What fond memories... Master... I miss you... "I think you're ready to move on to the Wind Wall now."

"The wind wall? That sounds dumb." Oh, naïve Yasuo. That wind wall saved your lives countless times...

"Dumb?! This technique will save your life countless times!" Yasuo laughed in his mind, but young Yasuo just scoffed.

"How can it even help me?"

"SILLY BOY! What are you going to do when somebody with a bow and arrow attacks you, and you don't have your Steel Tempest fully charged?!"

"Uh... die?"

After a short pause Yasuo's master erupted into laughter. Master... how can you laugh so easily? How can you laugh at death... when death is what sent me down this wretched path.

"Yasuo," Said the master, wiping tears from his eyes, "the wind wall can block any projectile!"

Young Yasuo looked at his master in awe, "NOW I'LL NEVER DIE!"

Once again the master erupted into laughter. "Now, now, Yasuo. Never forget, should you let your guard down, you, or even those closest to you, could die."

DAMMIT! Yasuo tried yelling at his master but it was just a memory. I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT! You don't have to remind me...!

"Master, that's so cruel."

"Don't worry Yasuo, one day you will surpass me. Then perhaps you can let your guard down, for nobody would even dare come to this temple to face you!" The master once again laughed and this time Yasuo joined him. No one except that damned assassin. I promise, Master. I will kill him.

The Institute of War was a magnificent building. Yasuo took in the sight as he slowly climbed the steps to it's entrance. At the forefront was a small fountain, from which the stream cut through the middle of the stairs. Directly overlooking the stairs was yet another set of stairs, and on either side of which was a pillar. Runes were inscribed on the pillars, and floating above them were large prismatic crystals glowing blue with arcane power, as were the runes. Atop the first set of stairs the path veered to the right and to the left. Aside from the main building in front of him, the path led to smaller building, with several of those crystals floating about. The architecture reminded him of Mount Targon. Surrounding the walls of the buildings were columns, seemingly to support the roof of the building, although Yasuo was sure that if they were removed the Institute would remain standing.

Yasuo finished climbing the second set of steps and gazed inside the Institute. Even though there were no doors, the light coming from within blocked his vision. It's not as if it blinded him, more like created a wall. The magic in this place seems endless... Yasuo turned to look back at the town. The building he's standing in front of is the institute, and yet it actually encompasses the entire town. Not to mention the different areas around Valoran used as Field of Justice. He turned back toward the institute and walked inside. Upon passing the wall of light, he realized he was standing inside of a giant white room. Opposite to Yasuo was a desk with 3 women behind it. They wore white and gold robes and their hair was lavender. To the left of the desk was a set of large golden doors with magical runes etched into them. Yasuo chuckled at the doors that had no handles. Impractical. To the right of the desk was another set of doors, though these looked normal and wooden... and they had handles. Directly behind the desk was another normal yet smaller door.

Yasuo was slowly walking toward the desk when someone shoved him. "Move it, asshole." The man who'd said it to him was wearing a robe of similar color to the women at the desk, though his had a hood, and Yasuo could not see his face. He walked over to the large doors on the right and entered them. Before they shut behind him, Yasuo could see a large hall with many tables with people seated at them, most of which were eating. A mess hall? Yasuo resumed his trek to the desk, and as he got closer the could make out the women more clearly.

The one on the left was writing something into a large record book of sorts. She was focused, and writing very, very fast. Her head was angled downwards, so he couldn't see much of her face. The women at the center had her hands on the desk, interlocked. She was looking directly at Yasuo, no, through Yasuo. He realized she'd been sitting like that since he entered the room. The woman on the right was seated similarly, but her line of sight fell to the right of the swordsman. Both of the other women had purple eyes, and their expressions were blank. Their skin was light. Pale, even. Inhumanly pale, almost white. He could smell no fragrance that usually accompanied women. Yasuo was perplexed, to say the least.

Yasuo approached the desk and cleared his throat, "Hello ma'am," He said to the woman in the middle.

"Hello." They replied in unison.

He cocked on eyebrow, examining all three of them. None of them had changed her positions, save for the one on the left flipping the page, but continuing her scribbles. A few moments passed before Yasuo spoke again.

"Uh... I'm here to sign up."

"For what?" Came the reply, again in unison.

"Er- For the League..."

"I can help you with that, please come with me." This time the reply came from the woman on the right, who looked at Yasuo as she said her words. She stood up and gestured to the door behind her.

Yasuo paused. The woman stood there, her hand toward the door, a blank expression on her face. He walked up to the door, and gestured toward it himself. "Ladies first." She stood there, unwavering, looking at him with her blank expression. "Uhhh... I guess not." He looked back at the other ladies. The one who was writing had now assumed the same position that the other two were sitting in. Yasuo tried to cock his eyebrow but realized it had been in the position since he had last put it there. He shook his head and entered the room, followed closely by the woman.

He arrived in a room with two chairs facing each other separated by a desk. On one side was a stack of papers and a pen, and on the other was a small glass of a purple shimmering liquid. Yasuo took a seat on the side with the liquid and the woman took a seat on the other side. The whole room, like the larger one he came from, was white, including the chairs and the desk. There were no lights or candles but he could see clearly.

"Name." Said the woman, pen already in hand.

"What?" Yasuo said, not ready for her to speak.

"Your name."

"Oh... It's Yasuo."

She looked down at the paper and wrote down what he assumed was his name. He couldn't read the language she was writing in. Without looking at him, she asked a second question. Well, asked would be overstating things.

"Origin."

"What?" Yasuo asked, confused.

"Your origin."

"What's that mean?"

"From where do you originate?" It was her first real question. She didn't look up from the paper even once.

"Oh... Ionia."

She wrote something else. Ionia, I presume. "Purpose."

"What?"

"Your purpose."

"For joining the League?"

"For applying to join the League of Legends."

"Oh... uh..." Yasuo leaned back in his chair. He scratched his head and looked at the ceiling. I can't tell her I'm looking for somebody I want to kill.. Maybe just looking for someone? "I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Somebody from Noxus."

"Their name?"

"Uh... I dunno."

Once again she scribbled something Yasuo couldn't read.

"What's this stuff?" Yasuo asked, picking up the glass and examining the liquid more closely. It was slightly translucent. The liquid was light at the surface, and darkened towards the bottom of the glass.

"Not yet. Put it down." She continued writing. Hmm.. He put the glass down. a few minutes passed of her writing, though he had no idea what it was she needed to write. He hardly gave her any information.

"What's your name?"

"No more questions." She replied as she finished writing. "Where were you when you decided to apply for the League of Legends?"

"Uh... I think I was in Piltover."

"Did you think your person of interest was there?"

"Yup." She wrote something else down.

"What in Piltover made you decide that joining the League of Legends was the best course of action to find your person?"

"Uh... Somebody told me there were quite a few famous Noxians in the League."

"Your person of interest is famous?"

"Potentially." The woman continued writing. Yasuo opened his mouth to ask her what these questions had to do with joining the league, but decided against it.

"Are you aware that within the League there are people from all over Valoran, including the Shadow Isles and the Void?"

"Er, yeah."

"Are you aware you may have to work with most or all of these people."

"Yeah."

"Are you aware you may have to work against most or all of these people."

"Yeah."

"How many people have you killed?"

"14."

"How many of them were armed?"

"All of them."

"Who is the most impactful on your life?"

"What?"

"Of the people you have killed, which has had the most impact on your life."

"My brother..."

"Does his death have anything to do with your applying to the League?"

"No." She wrote down to the bottom of the last page, assembled them into a stack and put them aside.

"Do you have any regrets?"

Yasuo considered the question, "Yes, just one."

"What is it?"

"That I couldn't save my Master."

"Drink the liquid."

"What?"

"Drink the liquid."

"Why?"

"To conclude the application."

"Can't I just sign something?"

"No, drink the liquid."

What if she's trying to poison me? Have I been rejected? Has anyone been rejected from the league? Not anyone that I've heard of. Then again if they poison the ones they reject there would be nobody left to be rejected. The woman sighed.

"What? You have emotions?"

"We're not supposed to show any emotion, but you're taking up my time. No we're not trying to poison you. I don't help everyone apply but none of my applicants have been rejected." Can she read my mind? "Yes."

Yasuo blinked. Her expression was still blank. He gave up, grabbed the glass, and drank the liquid. "Mmm... tastes kinda... like... some kind of... fruit..." Yasuo's vision became blurred, and his speech became slurred. What's going on... I was poisoned! Dammit!