Author's note: Someone might reasonably ask "if Wei has been around send the late 1930's why wasn't he kicking the crap out of the Japanese armies?" The short answer is that the identity of Wei was not always in existence. His identity didn't come into being immediately. Initially he was extremely confused and did not understand what he was. The below section should help illustrate that more clearly.
Lost Section
Jiming Temple, Nanking, February 1938
A man struggled up the Jiming temple steps slowly and with a jerky movement as though his body was in disagreement with itself about what its goals were. His remaining clothes consisted of a pair of black pants that were little more than dust covered rags. His bronze skin had numerous crimson fissures cutting through it but they seemed to be of no consequence to the man as he doggedly dragged himself on all fours towards the temple doors.
"Why are we here?" the man asked himself with a the high pitch of child's voice. In the voice of woman he asked "Is it safe?"
The question was repeated in a thousand more voices who spoke simultaneously. The voices overlapped and twisted into each other impossibly, creating a riot of fearful and desperate inquiries.
"The gentleman must come inside quickly before any soldiers see you," the man turned his head to the sound of the voice and saw a monk in saffron robes motioning for him to come inside the temple. The sense of urgency in the monk's voice was persuasive and the man stopped demanding answers from himself and entered into the sanctuary provided. It was silent as the grave inside and the man intuited that he and the monk were the only ones alive in the temple.
"Does the gentleman have a name?" the monk asked as he offered water to the man. The man hesitated. Thousands upon thousands of names came to his lips but no one name could he lay claim to; confusion reigned in his mind as voices rose to a deafening tumult in his mind trying to be heard.
The monk sensed his confusion "If the gentleman is having trouble remembering perhaps the injuries he has suffered are to blame," he whispered. "These are difficult times. Our people suffer tremendously because of the Japanese invaders."
The voices in the man's mind quieted enough for a response to be given, something they could all agree on, "Yes."
The man felt a sense of order begin to permeate his mind as one unifying force brought all the disparate voices of his mind closer together: unending enmity for the Japanese.
