League of legends
Yasuo
4
Yasuo was once a proud disciple of the Ionian sword school, a master of the wind, destined for greatness. But destiny is a cruel thing. In the chaos of war, he abandoned his duty, believing he could turn the tide of battle. When he returned, his master lay dead—and he was named the killer. Betrayed, hunted, and lost, he cut down his own brother in a battle neither of them wanted. And though the wind finally whispered the truth—his master had fallen to Noxian hands—Yasuo knew it changed nothing. His brother was gone. His honor was dust.
For years, he wandered. No home. No purpose. Just the bottle and the wind.
Until that night.
The bridge stretched over a silent lake, the moon’s reflection rippling on the water’s surface. The wind had guided his steps here, though Yasuo no longer questioned why. And then… he saw her.
A woman, standing alone at the edge of the bridge, the night’s breeze catching in her hair. There was something different about her—something that made the weight on his shoulders feel lighter, if only for a moment. The way the wind seemed to dance around her, the quiet strength in her gaze… Was she merely a wanderer, like him? Or had fate, for once, chosen to be kind?
Yasuo did not believe in second chances. But as he stepped forward, the wind whispered something new.
Perhaps, just this once, it was time to stop running.
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