My name is Yasuo, and I was born in a small village on the border of Ionia.

Since childhood, my brother Yong En and I have shown a remarkable intelligence, and at the age of seven, we were both chosen by the teachers of the Wind Guardian Sword School to become apprentices in swordsmanship.

My parents are very happy because it not only means that their two sons will be able to get ahead, but they will also save a lot of money to make life better for our younger siblings.

Yon and I are also very happy, because it is the dream of both of us - or rather, it is every child's dream to learn a skill and eventually become a hero and become famous.

There are many Ionian sects, with strong and weak inheritances, and although the Wind Sword Sect is not large, it is still recognized as one of the most powerful sects. After my brother and I entered, we practiced Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, and soon stood out from dozens of apprentices and became official members of the sect - the Wind Guardian Swordsman.

Yon was excited, but that wasn't my ultimate goal.

Unlike my younger brother, who chose to travel the continent, I still hone my sword in the old courtyard. Finally, at the age of twenty-one, I received the ultimate inheritance of the sect: the sword art of resisting the wind.

By that time, my younger brother was already making a name for himself in Valoran.

The Wind Resisting Sword Technique is the strongest sword that no one has practiced in a hundred years, and in the first year of receiving the Secret Legend, I was completely unable to hear the sound of the sword as stated in the Secret Legend, let alone feel the rhythm of the wind.

But that's the challenge, isn't it?

The next year, I had no clue about the rhythm of the wind, but the sound of the sword ...... I seem to be able to hear the sword all the while.

Yongen often came to me to learn his swordsmanship, and my younger brother, who had been with me all day, had become a good man on his own. Although his swordsmanship is no longer comparable to mine, the firm momentum and fierce murderous aura are something I don't have......

But he is still not my opponent, how can my brother let my brother surpass him?

Year 3......

……

Nine years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Wynn has become the symbol of the Wind Resisting Sword Sect in Valoran; And I, finally, felt the rhythm of the wind and initially mastered the swordsmanship of resisting the wind.

Then, war broke out.

War has ravaged Ionia, and the beasts of Noxus have reduced countless villages to ashes.

That includes my homeland.

I was stunned when I received the news, and an uncontrollable fury ensued - although I hadn't seen them for more than 20 years, they were my relatives whose blood was thicker than water!

Barely sane, I rushed into the Hall of Inheritance and was confronted by Yon, my brother, who had always been personable and gentle, also red-eyed. We both understood each other's feelings after looking at each other, and then knelt down together towards our mentor, who was also the Great Elder of the Wind Guardian Sword Sect.

"Resentful, but still unscathed, Yon, go ahead." The gray-haired old man looked at our brother for a long time, and finally made a judgment: "And Yasuo, your soul is not yet complete, and your sword is still hesitating, continue to stay in the sect to cultivate." ”

Despite the dissatisfaction in my heart, the words of the Great Elder are absolute, and I can only obey them.

After admonishing my younger brother, I resumed my practice. Maybe it's because of resentment, it took me nine years to greatly increase my cultivation speed when I was introduced to the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, and it only took me one year to cultivate the Sword Sect's Zhen Sect to the fullest.

It's time to get out of the mountains!

Having finally completed the sword technique of resisting the wind, I came to the master with my love sword and asked to join the war.

However, the answer I got disappointed me.

"Yasuo, don't think about superfluous things." Master looked at me and said earnestly: "Your talent is rare in a hundred years, what restricts you from going further is your own heart, calm down, I look forward to the day when you will fully control the Wind Resisting Sword Technique." ”

Fully mastered the sword art of the wind? Didn't I already do it? Confused, I returned to my residence......

The war with Noxus continues, Wynn's fame grows, and the resentment in my heart slowly accumulates, and jealousy continues to gnaw at my heart.

Did Master deliberately let me stay here for the sake of my sect and my own safety? Or is he jealous of my talent and wants me to spend my whole life?

I don't know when such a dark thought came to me.

In a year, two years, I asked Master several times for my life, hoping to go out and show my talents, but the answer was cold, 'No.' And the old man's eyes became more and more disappointed.

In the third year, I finally couldn't take it anymore!

On a moonlit night, I secretly packed up my salute and prepared to say goodbye without saying goodbye.

But all of this was seen by Master, who stopped me as I passed through the Hall of Inheritance.

"I thought you were special...... Master looked at me with a sad face, "but you didn't see through the obstacle after all...... Go back, Yasuo, it's not your time to draw your sword. ”

“…… Hehe, haha...... "Hearing such a reason, I couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile, and the gentle wind swirled around us with my mind, isolating us from the outside world.

"Now isn't the time for me to draw my sword? For this ridiculous reason, I wasted three years of my youth in the mountains! "The jealousy of my brother and my dissatisfaction with my master completely exploded, and I don't even know why I did such a beastly thing at that time.

"Just because of your old immortal words!" At some point, I drew my sword of love and aimed it at my mentor.

“…… Enchanted. The pain in Master's eyes flashed, and then he shouted, "Yasuo, aren't you going back?!" ”

"The winds of freedom should not be restrained!" It's the first time I've used the Wind Resisting Sword Technique in actual combat, and the object is my inheritor, my master.

……

The battle was soon over.

Master is old, how can he be my opponent in the prime of life? The only thing that made me care at that time was Master's eyes before he died, not hatred, as if regret.

At the time, I felt that I would never regret it.

I took part in battles, and countless Noxian soldiers and officers fell to my sword, and the accumulated exploits soon brought me great prestige.

That's the life I want...... Looking at the adoring eyes of the villagers I saved, I felt a great sense of satisfaction in my heart.

But the good times didn't last long.

When news of Master's death finally broke, my former brothers and sisters went on a frenzied hunt for me—including my own brother, Yong'en.

For the sake of my honor, I spoke against my will, and in the pursuit of my companions, I succeeded in creating the image of a tragic hero.

I succeeded, and my reputation did not fall, but went up - and the ordinary people seemed to like it.

I fell in love with wine on the way to escape...... This is truly a wonderful drink that God has given us, and it can make me forget Master's regretful and painful eyes for a while.

I fled for half a year, crossing the desert of Nurima, treading the waves of Bilgewater, crossing the twisted jungle of dangerous plants, and visiting the magnificent Cathedral of the Holy Light in Demacia...... Finally, on the outskirts of Piltover, I was blocked by Yon.

"Brother...... Why are you doing this? "Yon stood defenselessly in front of me, his eyes full of confusion and sadness.

“…… The murderer is not me. Unable to meet my brother's gaze, I looked away and replied softly.

"Then why don't you make a Muslim justification?"

"I'll die when I go back."

“…… Then there is no way. After a long silence, my younger brother slowly drew his sword: "The teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain, this is a responsibility that I cannot escape...... But brother, I promise you, if anyone tries to hurt you in dishonorable ways, then they will step over my corpse! ”

Amusing......

"Do you think you can win? I'm your brother! "After listening to my brother's declaration, a nameless fire ignited in my heart, envy? Eat one's heart out? Mortified? Kick oneself? I couldn't tell what it was.

"Please advise!" Yon didn't say anything, but bent down hard at me as he had done in the rules of the duel.

Somehow, I didn't want to run away.

The duel began.

Yongen didn't get the secret inheritance, he practiced a high-level swordsmanship in the sword sect - I have also seen that swordsmanship, Gao Ming is high, but there is still a big gap with the Wind Resisting Sword Technique as a secret inheritance.

That's why I've beaten him in the past.

I thought I could beat him as easily as I had before.

But I was wrong.

In the first twenty moves, I was able to use the power of the Wind Resisting Sword Technique to match the subtlety and Yong'en. But as the battle progressed, my younger brother, who was far inferior to me in my mind, adapted to the sword path of the Wind Guardian Sword Technique at an astonishing speed, and gradually gained an advantage.

Why is this happening?

Hit by the unacceptable reality, I could no longer keep my composure, and I was forbidden to make a series of moves.

Is the power of the forbidden move of the Wind Sword Technique idle? However, I forced my move against all odds, but it left a huge flaw.

A flaw that would be enough for Yonne to take my life easily.

……

"Brother, I believe in you, so don't feel guilty...... dying Yongen gently shook my hand, "The matter of avenging the master will be handed over to you, and the sect ......"

Eventually, Yon fell into my arms, and he still didn't attack me, but my shameless and disqualified brother killed my brother with a lie......

Holding my departed loved ones, I suddenly realized that everything I had done was so ridiculous.

Because of my boring vanity, my ugly jealousy, I lost my master, who taught me since I was a child, and I lost my blood brother...... Lost everything.

No, and the Sword Pie!

Having made up my mind, I started wandering again, hoeing the strong and helping the weak along the way, fighting the enemies of the Sword Sect, and making a name for the Sword Sect...... That's the only thing I can do.

My swordsmanship has improved greatly before I know it, and I finally understand the reason why Master's hard work and Yong'en are stronger than me......

But so what? The big mistake has already been made, and it is too late to regret it......

At some point, I was invited by League of Legends to become a member of Heroes...... But it doesn't make sense to me anymore, do people like me deserve to be heroes?

Wandering, wandering......

Until one day, the oracle came and I saw the hope of salvation.

Master, Yongen, wait for me...... Even if I abandon everything, even if I incarnate as Shura, I will win!

Wind Determination.fin.