- Ubicación: - Kalduga (Shurima) -
- Año: - 585 desde la fundación de Noxus -
The winds coming from the sea, which divided the vast continents of Runeterra, were music to Meiyo's ears, and, along with the smell of the sea, they brought back beautiful memories of home.
After being surrounded by sand for more than a week, the new views were the best thing that has happened to him so far.
Currently he was enjoying the views and the path full of vegetation that he had leaving the limits of Shurima, entering the Ixtal mountain range and where it finally gave way to the districts of Piltover and Zaun, the future cultural center of Valoran and the current hub of mercantil trade between Valoran and Shurima.
If he wanted to reach Ionia, he must pass through Piltover and his best option was to use their famous fleets of ships to reach his destination. At worst, he should simply cross the cliff and continue on foot; he simply wanted to enjoy his arrival at their destination known as The First Lands.
''Well'' He began as he headed back towards Piltover ''Let's make a summary of what we have so far; is that okay with you, Kurama?''
''Hn'' Kurama was lying under the tree while he took his turn to rest. While in Meiyo's mental space, several clones of both were still seen studying the different texts; some were even beginning to study the gadgets given by the Icathians ''Let's start with what we have right in front of us'' The fox suggested ''Piltover, the emerging City of Progress, and Zaun, the Sunken City or the City of Iron and Glass''
Meiyo turned his gaze to the great cliff and remembered everything his clones learned about these ''Let's start with the first one: a prosperous and progressive city whose power and influence are increasing and will continue to do, at least for the next centuries"
''Its inhabitants are known as Piltovians, or as those of Zaun Piltie call it'' The great fox continued to laugh at the suffix with which they counterparts addressed to them ''It certainly suits them, hahaha''
''Shall we continue?'' Meiyo asks, already tired of the fox's nonsense. It wasn't that he disliked it, and if he were completely honest, right now he found the nickname funny too, but he had grown tired of it after hearing it so many times in the last few days.
Receiving a positive response from the fox, with its constant reminder of his hair color, Meiyo continued "They are the cultural center of Valoran, where art, crafts, commerce, and innovation are what make them stand out from the rest"
''Removing these two, Valoran is made up of the regions of Freljord, Noxus, and Demacia, right?''
''That's right, and unlike those last three, its power does not come from military power but from the engines of commerce and their vision of the future. At least for now, in the future both will even begin to use magic in their projects, giving rise to weapons that combine technology with magic and, as a result, will bring Hextech''
''Apparently this was not only triggered by the civil war they will have, but they did it in order to rectify the problems that were plaguing the continent. They firmly believe that science is the key to saving Runeterra'' He chuckled ''If only they knew that their continent is the least of their problems, although at least they started somewhere'' He confessed, giving the only good opinion he had of them.
''And then we have Zaun, a large underground district that is located in the deep canyons and valleys that wind through Piltover'' Meiyo continued, still not wanting to get into the problems that plagued Runeterra.
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An Uzumaki in Runeterra
FanfictionAfter seeing his home besieged and those he considered his family killed, our protagonist, Meiyo Uzumaki, decided to try out a space-time sealing technique he developed. The idea was to move through time in his own world. Unfortunately for him, he e...