Way Of A Wanderer

A Wanderer Born

"The sword's poor company for the long road"

Yasuo POV
Why me? Why am I blamed for something I didn't even do. They saw me fight with a fiery passion on the battlefield, and yet I am to blame for the exact murder of Elder Soma?

I unsheathed the sword, a long straight sword, perfectly crafted by the best blacksmith of Runeterra. It was not particulary flashy, but it did its intended job.

I let out a deep sigh as I already could see the fate of this skirmish.
"How many are you going waste on an innocent man?"
Shouts of "traitor" pulsed from the group. But my eyes widened as I saw him. They would go as far to send my own brother against me.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Yasuo..." I could hear my brother trying not to cry.

"Y-Yone, don't do this, I didn't kill him, you have to believe me!"

"Traitor! Liar! Traitor! Liar!" The crowd chanted.

"Archers! Fire!"

A hail of flaming arrows descended upon me like as if they were meteorites.

"Face the wind!" With an upwards swipe, I summoned a wall made of nothing by wind energy.

The crowd stood in awe, and this lead to their death. With my enhanced speed from the wind technique, I disappeared.

"But watch your back..." I whispered.

Soldier after soldier I dispatched, slashing them down with only my talent in weilding a sword. No one was standing except Yone.

He shook his head, "I guess I'll be the one to bring you down...brother."

I lunged at him, aiming at his chest. He pushed away with ease. "Mocking me? Yasuo, you know fighting like that will get you killed in the real world."

I grit my teeth. Once more, I engaged with a lunch, turning 360 degrees to whip Yone on the side, but he was prepared. He blocked and pushed forward bringing down his sword from above. It took to arm's power to counter his heavy strike. "Not bad, not bad," he muttered. I drew back preparing for a crescent like attack. It was blocked without an issue. Yone lashed out flurry of slashes and jabs which I parried as if we had sparred for many years.

"Omae wa..mou shindeiru," I stared him down.

"NO!" Yone cried out, he made one last attempt to prevent me from going into my final form. With the last of his strength he went for a neck blow.

"It's over," I whispered. The storm raged around me, deflecting Yone's blade. It lifted my long brown hair. I gave my brother one more look before I let hell loose.

"HASAKI! SORYEGEITON!"

I could hear my breathing. "It's okay Yasuo, I believe you...the elders said Soma was killed by a blade enhanced with the wind technique. They said it could've only been y-."

"YONE?!"

No one has seen me cry...and no one will...