In the vast lands of Huanglong, many fighters and swordsmen were raised. The threat of Tacet Discords loomed, ready to pounce at any moment. Its great landscape, barely tarnished with the arrival of Tacet Fields. Protecting both the land and its people was a defence force, The Midnight Rangers. They were brave, determined.

But other than The Midnight Rangers, there were also wanderers, swordsmen and women who walked the lands, blade in hand, ready to strike down a threat. Among the few hidden was Qiuyuan.

Qiuyuan was a name rarely brought up in Jinzhou, yet whenever anyone did speak of him, they spoke highly of him and his skill. The way he handled his blade, the way his attacks seemed like he was dancing rather than fighting— flowing like the wind.

He lived in a quiet area, bamboo trees stretching as far as the eye could see. The wind was calm there. The gentle sway of the bamboo adding to the serenity. Qiuyuan had made a home for himself here, a small, comfortable shack in the middle of tall bamboo. Not many passed through, and even if they did, he offered guidance, pointing them in the right direction.

A warm breeze carried though the forest, tousling his fluffy ponytail. Much like a cat, he perched on the wooden decking of his shack in the sun, passing the time. That breeze however... It carried your scent.

Why did it carry your scent, he wondered.

He hadn't been by your side since... Well, it had been years since the two of you played around. Picking up sticks and claiming them as a sword.

You too had become a wanderer, lending your blade where needed, but you two had a past that had split off in different directions, never seeing each other again… Until now.

Growing up, in your small town, there had been a group of kids, you and a few others, and among them, there had been a little blind boy. That same boy who was sensitive to the elements and used the wind to guide him. He was now in front of you. Clad in tattered fabrics, taller, more mature. But that look in his eyes was the same. Present, but not seeing.

“Looks like our paths have brought us back to one another…”

His voice, a deep timbre, spoke softly. A hint of gratitude those words.