Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Kyou's War - Peace or War

-Mitagi, Qin-

There existed a man of legend. One might not think of him so but he was also a craftsman of stone in his spare time. Without a shirt in the blistering sun, his muscles and scars were revealed as he chiseled and one might think his body was more sturdy and hard than the stone he wrought. They would not be wrong. His birthright was ancient strength, his birth was in blood and death, his childhood was in training day and night, and his life was on the battlefield. The mere mention of his name hushed proud men. Strong as an ogre and with an army as quick as birds, he earned himself the name 'The Bird of Qin'. There was not one house or family in all the countries of Hyrule who had not lost a man to him at one time or another.

Ouki Mitagi took a step back to admire his creation. Behind him stood his first in command, an incredibly polite man of some country called England. He called himself a 'night'.

The statue Ouki had spent a week on depicted an angelic child riding a pony.

"Truly a work of art, sir." The Englishmen said. Ouki agreed. It was smooth, full of life and vibrant features. It depicted innocence, holiness, playfulness.

"Hmm... it is still missing something," Ouki replied. He still felt unsatisfied.

The Englishman produced a scroll and handed it to Ouki.

"This might allow you a brief reprieve. You have received a request from Chancellor Ketsu. He wishes for you to be the commanding general of Genju Pass for a time."

Through the middle of Qin was a mountain range. Kanyou rested only a few scant miles from it and Genju Pass. The pass itself was not the widest, but it was the most direct path to Kanyou, and was the main trade route between the western and eastern halves of Qin.

"As opposed to Chancellor Ryo's request for me to be in charge of Genju Pass. You know what this means?" Ouki tossed the scroll into the nearest bin of hot coals. It was unopened.

"They both want you to be on their side at the gate. One to allow entry and the other to prevent. Sounds like Ryo and Ketsu are lining up for civil war then. They both have inquired what you want that they might buy your favor, not able to understand or comprehend your true nature."

"Correct. You see it perfectly." Ouki laughed. "They don't listen. I keep telling them they cannot offer what I want. Oh! I know what this needs!"

The Englishman produced a large hammer. "Here you are, sir."

Ouki smiled. "Ah, yes. Perfect. You always know my thoughts so well."

"I am underserving of such praise, sir."

Ouki grasped the hammer and lifted it skyward with one hand. He watched the sun glint on its surface. He brought it down on the statue and in one strike he shattered it into pieces. For one exhilarating moment he saw death, blood, and fire within the glorious destruction he met out to the stone.

He breathed it in deeply while existed. Then just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared to be replaced by the chirping of birds and a bright sunny day full of the promise of joy.

"They think they can BUY me? Money! Land! Prestige! What are these things to me? Just give me a foe, set me free and let me feast on a land of spraying blood and dancing flesh! If only such a time existed again."

Ouki sighed in despair. His legend was born in the days of king Shorlin. He had fought alongside the brilliant king of war, the fierce Majora, the elusive Sheikah, the miraculous Fae, and other great generals. Ouki made a name for himself as the most talented in all of Qin. He knew the truth: He wasn't the fiercest, the smartest, the fastest. Those titles were for others. He was just the thirstiest.