There comes a time in the life of any great warrior in which the path before them forks, two roads winding in the distance , two voices calling in the dark.

The old master sat on the bed they had made for him, it was little more than a pile of blankets. He sipped the tea a young one had brought him and thought, deeply. The war was coming, in a day it may be upon him. It seemed ill luck that at such a time and in such a way he should find her again, his child here in the west, on the wrong side of the globe and the wrong side of the war.

He had been sure when he left Japan that this would be the end of the battling, the end of the struggle, that perhaps cut off from the evil that fuels him Teeg would fall and the young would stop dieing. He had never imagined that things would become so complicated for him again; he had observed the old masters in his youth and longed for the clarity they possessed , he had strived for it, hoping to silence the confusion of his mind. It was cruel lucky that just as he had she had returned to muddle it again.

And there in the confusion lay the fork in Master Yun's road. He had had a daughter, a wife, he had been a happy and peaceful man, and it had all ended in ruin for him. And then out of that ruin came a second daughter, one with everything a father such as him could have ever wanted, she was wise and powerful and had grown into a women he could be proud of, and yet she was a tease of what was taken from him.

He felt that more now seeing the women his daughter had grown into, her potential twisted by an unworthy man. It was a thorn that would fester in his side until he died.

He looked upon the two paths in his mind. His adopted daughter and his clan, everything he had believed in a fought for his whole life stood on one, and the last trace of the happiness he once had stood on the other. Perhaps if he were a younger man this decision might have been an easier one to make, he wished briefly his beloved was to tell him what was right.

He sat a long time pondering their fates, only one would emerge from this battle, he felt it , he knew it. He mulled each daughter over in his head, neither would leave this fight willing he knew , they were to proud to stubborn to back down from a fight such as this one.

A short while later he took a step onto a path.

"Take this to Miharu" He ordered handing a slip of paper to the young warrior in front of him.

He had made his choice, and now he could only hope reflection would not deem it an unwise one.