Yyath's time in the sect could be summarised as such
A cool guy that rarely stood out until the tournaments and missions. His records in all the tournaments and missions he underwent was flawless.
Even those who took him as a rival had to admit he was one of a kind, but all that ended today as just as he had arrived out of nowhere, unannounced, Yyath had vanished after saying his goodbyes to his master.
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It took a while, 3 months or so, but Yyath was finally back in civilization.
"Oh boy, feels good to be back in the home city doesn't it Yyath"
A voice come from behind. It was Imani, an old friend of Yyath. Well if he could be called that. During the year he stayed in the city which he now knew to be named Urundia, Imani was one of the people that hired him.
Yyath always wondered why the kid he assumed to be of noble heritage because of how he looked regardless of how he tried to hide with his subpar clothes always approached him for the weirdest request.
From going to restaurants together to eat a dish, to going to the movies, or pranking people on the commercial districts, Kane always came up with the most ridiculous requests. But he always had a genuine smile on his face when Yyath followed on his whims and when was reluctant when it was time to part.
About a month ago at some minor ruin five small towns away, Yyath ran into Imani. Imani was being chased by some mantis like beast and was making his way out of the ruin when he ran into Yyath.
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Yyath still on his journey away from the sect and back to civilization had passed some nomadic settlements and received enough help in terms of directions to know where he was heading.
He was halfway there when he passed a minor ruin which was located at a halfway point between two villages
Seeing a poor soul being chased, Yyath just raised his hand sending a fireball towards the mantis burning it to ashes. The young man being chased fell to the floor immediately from exhaustion.
Yyath wasn't one to pay overly attention to random things or people but since he had already taken action to help the man, he should see it to the end. His master had always told to him to finish any action he started as it was wrong to leave a work unfinished.
Yyath approached the fallen man and lifted him into his shoulders. The man was lighter than he should have been for someone with that look but was none of his concern, the next village wasn't too far to away, so he sped towards there while taking care to ensure the safety of the patient on his shoulders.
Getting to the village, he paid a small fee to use one of its ins and took the unconscious man inside, placing him on the bed.
He took off his outfit, to see a huge gash running across his left leg. It was surprising he was able to run away from the mantis on such a state.
Yyath acknowledged he made a mistake by not checking the status of the man before he brought him along, if he took any longer to find the village and administer treatment to the him, he just might have died.
Taking some herbs and pastes from his bag, Yyath started to treat the wound on his body, but that was after he had used a piece of cloth and a basin of warm water to clean the man all over.
He sure had a lot of scars on his body aside from on his face and his arms. Yyath started to wonder just what kind of life the man lived, as he could see some of this scars were from injuries as old as 10 years ago, when he should have just been a child.
Upon finishing his treatment, he laid him on the bed, and covered him with blankets, Yyath hands froze for a moment as he looks at the man's face. It looked really familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had ran into him.
'No matter' he thought
He laid his back against the chair as he waited for the patient to wake up before he leave. He had done his best now and was up to the man to survive and take care of himself.
It wasn't until the next morning the young man got up, thankfully without any fever or pain, as the medication used by Yyath was one certified by the sect itself for practitioners.
Upon waking up and staring at the face of who saved him, Imani was stunned at first before he jumped into his arms with tears streaming down his face
"Yyath, you're still alive, I knew it"
Under normal circumstances, Yyath wouldn't have allowed anyone to get that close to him, but young man calling his name as he lunged forward caught him off guard, not to mention the poor lad was just recovering, so he allowed himself to be pulled into a hug.
He allowed the young man to calm down before he released himself from the grasp before asking him
"Who are you and why do you know my name?"
"Don't you recognise me?, It's me Imani"
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And that was how they got to this point, as Yyath's memory had always been good as a practitioner, Imani announcing his name was all it took for Yyath to remember him.
Finding out that Imani was on a trip exploring the vicinity and was just on his way back to Urundia, they teamed up and made their way back to the city together.
"I'm sure you don't have a place to stay so why don't you follow me to my house, would be the least I can do to repay you for saving my life, plus besides it's not like we're strangers"
Imani invited Yyath over to his house without giving him a to reject. Imani was right but him not having a place to stay as by slum rules, a house not used in a week could be occupied by another and he had been gone for 10 years.
So he accepted his friend's offer. Imani's home was in an isolated part of the city, away from the normal residential areas and every other district. It was a small 2 bedroom apartment with barely any furnishings, which Yyath found odd as he knew his friends family background.
But Imani just smiled indicating he didn't want to talk about it. A week passed with both of them going about their days and trying to work out their individual plans until one evening one evening Yyath returned home to find traces of a scuffle.
Imani was nowhere to be found to be found but Yyath could tell something huge happened, here. There was the bloodstains and the telltale signs of conflict.
Yyath took his katana his katana and tracked the blood splattered on the floor. He had learnt a lot of tricks from.his master, and using a spell to find trace the blood back to the owner was simple.
Perhaps they didn't think Yyath would make an attempt to rescue his friend or didn't know about his existence as they didn't even try to hide their tracks.
Yyath tracked them down to a warehouse and with his katana in hand, he killed everyone in the vicinity, judging them guilty, before heading inside to find Imani been tortured by a masked man.
Without even giving him time to turn around and ask who it was, the masked torturers head was cut off his body, his death swift. Yyath would have liked to do the same to him as he was doing to Imani, but his friend was in a dire condition and needed immediate attention.
Yyath took him back to his home and tried to treat him but Imani stopped him asking him to listen to his story
After explaining his origins, and why all this was happening, Imani breathed his last. The only ones aware, Yyath, and the shadow watching from outside