“It is done”…Remarked Dosetsu from behind his white, full face mask. “Revenge for the Daimyo’s son, revenge for my dead cousin”…
Shinjo Dosetsu now wondering the land, a ronin under the moniker of The Yuurei (Ghost) sat in the corner of an inn in Crane lands remembering his ‘mission’ and remembering it fondly.
“Now that it is done what now…I still have time before I will be called back maybe I can use this time to follow the true way and maybe find more about it”.
Dosetsu had fallen to the ways of Shourido, since one off his missions into the darkness of the shadowlands, since then he has become a man obsessed with it, training in its ways following in its path, since his cousins death he truly sees that Bushido is a lie…
A lie told by old men in power to control the weak and mindless, Dosetsu mocks this lie, and baths in the greatness off Shourido.
Since following it he has killed many people, and even an ogre, he longs for more knowledge so that he may have more.
“Maybe…if I return to the darkness…I can take the taint into me and gain more”…
“Many know the tales of the taint, the corruption, the mindlessness of it but few know off the real power”.
“I have seen it…seen it command legions, I have seen it take an old man and give him power beyond imagination to level 10 samurai”.
“The power…the call off it…it is too…tempting”.
Dosetsu pulls up his mask slightly and takes another drink off sake, he breaths deep and then stands up, he places some coins on the table and returns to his room.
On the way up he thinks to himself again.
“The scorpions are probably going to find out about it…hell they have…they will want blood…mine and there’s too…This I cannot allow, not yet I cannot die I have still so much to achieve and to do”.
“But as Dosetsu I cannot do anything…when I was a Unicorn samurai I had no power…sure I was good with a sword and defended my land well but still…the courtiers would control me…the daimyo would tell me when to die…if I where still off Bushido I would accept my death like a dog…haha…but I am no longer that lap dog…I’m more than just a pawn I am more”…
Another day rolls around and still Dosetsu is torn…he goes into the garden to perform his Kata…
~Control~Determination~Insight~Knowledge~Perfection~Strength~Will~
Dosetsu decided now…that he will do what must be done…to make a better world…to be like those who where misguided but true to the way of Knowledge and Insight.
Using his skills he prepared to gain his freedom, he found the right kind of person to help him make a small swap.
He had the blades off his swords put onto new guards to make sure they could not be recognized and had the sword from…her…put onto his old guards.
With this he took the blades and at night smashed her blades over a rock, making it look as if Dosetsu’s swords where smashed.
With this he now changed his looks, he coloured his hair black, took a knife and scarred his young beautiful face, a scar running diagonal across his nose, to destroy his beauty and to make himself more Bland and unremembering.
“I mean come on every second ronin has a scar and I’m just another ronin now…hahaha”…
“Once my cousin tried to be a pious man and he was killed by one with no honor…like I said before, there is no honor…no Bushido, people break it when they will or some just use the lie to control others”…
“We where always light and darkness…now I will become the darkness…and become more powerful with the taint and have more power than ever, with it I will be able to do anything I will…Hahahaha”…
The plan in motion he returned home and paid a ronin while disguised as a Scorpion to give the broken swords to Shinjo Robei of house Junichiro.
Inside the bag there lies the broken swords of Dosetsu and a small note…one word written in blood…Dosetsu’s blood…the word…Karma…
With this they will think I’m dead and not look for me, I will disappear and return when I will.
Now off…off to the shadowlands to bask in the taint and get more power…While there I must also try to find more true relics, relics like the one I learned the truth from, but I must be careful not to loose myself to the darkness less it control me not I control it.
And so the 16 year old boy once called Shinjo Dosetsu of Junichiro, who became The Yuurei, who now goes unnamed walks the path off Darkness, to gain the power to make a difference, to be a King instead off a Pawn…