Jing Yuan and Blade were nemeses for as long as time could remember. Jing Yuan was the hero, Blade was the villain; there was no in between. They were both a young age, Blade only a year or so older. His face was hidden by a mask, and long hair was always pinned nicely in a bun.

Jing Yuan stood in front of his burning town, instructing the citizens to evacuate when he felt hands cover his eyes. He could tell by the pale skin, the gruesome scars, it was no other than Blade; the thought causing his fury to bubble up to the surface.