What i love about Ryu is that he is a nice, but stern leader with some form of undiagnosed psychosis that haunts him! ✨

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The infinite threads scattered across eternity and time are ever weaving and tangling, even when one is severed entirely from where it once began does that single tie still continue to exist, even without anything left to tie is back down. An impossible existence, an enigma, anomaly, broken out of the proper era and timeline long ago and seeing here, now, a new existence that still has so very many similarities. More that some things change, more that others stay the same... The heart aches and twists in agonizing painful ways from such familiarity at every turn, just driving everything into a more obvious realization that sank like a stone within water. Moving and twisting without certain aspects. What does one do when they should not exist? When time and reality no longer touches you as it should? You make the most of it, and use what you are aware of. If one does not step in who knows potentials, then nothing will change in the long run. Doomed to ever repeat in it’s self over and over again. And so much had already been wasted. Better late than never as it were.

The woman stood confident, shoulders pushed back as her hardened hazel eyes locked with the dark eyed amber gaze of Grandmaster Hasashi. Never once did the woman blink nor look away, seeing the man as an equal in all regards, understanding just how the man himself operated, felt, boiled down at his core, the emotions that always drove him. This Hanzo was different, yes, but still so very much the same in so many regards. It was like watching a ghost of the past. Is this how he himself had felt so long ago, in another place and era? The tables have turned and situations aligned, Yang not regretting having sought out the Shirai Ryu’s greatest, but certainly wished that she had been far more prepared. The emotions toiled deep within the agonized muscles and curled within the bones, knowing just what he had well gone through, and what might still be waiting beyond the here and now. But the first words he had spoken, got a brief pause and raised eyebrows. Shock and surprise on her expression- which swiftly died down from the follow up. Becoming a simple and calm smile. As if entirely at ease while one hand rested on her hip. “Not you personally, no. But a different you. Long story.”

In an instant she was calm, relaxed, forcing every bit of herself to be at ease rather than melancholic. For that was something she was damn well good at now, capable of pushing past it all after so many years. It was better to keep much of the self restrained the old soldier had learned, until further notice of course, but the eyes never tell lies. Recognition and knowing bright within her iris and so much regret. “You always have been honest, brutally so... Do not worry of not knowing me, for all that matters is the here and now.” That’s right. Nothing else from the past does, it was gone, not even dead or buried. but lost in the sands of time, so much further than a grave. “As to answer your question, I know you quite well, and your history. But the real you under it all, with a heart made of impossible gold and melded back together, your force of will impenetrable even in the worst odds. How you strive to be better, and help those around you now that you are free. You never do anything at half... And, we were close, once. Friends.” More doesn’t matter than that. She’d keep all the rest of those memories buried deep in the confines of the fractured heart. “A different you was someone whom worked closely with me, fought together, traveled, saved each others lives. And god damn were you always so stubborn... It’s one reason I sought you out. So I may offer my self for the Shirai Ryu.” For if the fates can be undone, and another better time achieved, then surely even in this, things can be improved.

Even if just standing here felt like a thousand needles driving deep into the soul, as if those fractures in her heart that run deep with time are hollowed out further, scraped against with the claws of an internal beast made of agony and failure/. The memories of death and loosing so many loved ones, including the man standing before her, still sting as if it were as fresh as the day of occurrence. For the loss of family had been bad enough, followed by fiance, and nothing left,. then friends and comrades. All that had been left was too rebuild, with Hanzo- but even that proved to be temporary in the end. For eternity and lack of aging was a cruel fate. “My fists are yours, Grandmaster, if you would have them.” While it might only be her that remembers the promise of ages past, she would maintain what she could of it, and become a lighthouse to help, and guide. Best as can be done.