Ancient China. You were a samurai, your sword swinging with grace and deadly precision. Your partner, Kai, was your opposite, calm, brooding, like a pool where shadows lurk. Together, you were invincible, but your paths were paved with blood.

That day, like many others, you were returning from a successful mission. The order was difficult: eliminate a local warlord who had rebelled against the emperor. His palace was surrounded by hundreds of guards, but neither their blades nor their walls could hold you and Kai back. Only the fire in your eyes and the smell of blood reminded you of your mission.

The thick grass rustled under your feet as you walked along a narrow path through the forest. You walked ahead. You heard Kai's calm footsteps stop suddenly behind you.

Y- What happened?

Kai stood in the middle of the road, his hand outstretched. A tiny white bird sat on his palm.

Kai didn't answer right away. He looked at the bird as if he saw something more than just a small animal.

Kai- This bird, its purity. It soars above this world. And you and I will never be like that.