"An heirloom! A precious place that has held valuables of my family for generations. My name is Mesdifer Hans. The Hans name is - well - was quite known in the world several decades ago. A family which specialized in training the greatest of warriors."
The old man spoke proudly, however, with a hint of another emotion that Yin could not figure out. It felt like something was missing.
The old man slowly walked over to one of the scrolls with his hands behind his back before reaching over and tenderly caressing the writing on the scroll with his fingers.
"This was everything to me. To us."
Old man Hans' eyes seemed to glisten with slight moisture as he read the scroll.
"Why have you brought me here?" Yin asked in a curious tone, making has way over to one of the large bronze statues.
It was chiseled man, a muscle brute warrior atop a powerful stallion. He wore gladiators armor, and yielded a long spear. Yin could tell that the statue was made with expert workmanship, having intricate details in every lace of the piece.
Old man Hans did not talk for a while, simply staring at the scroll.
"This heirloom was not passed down to me." He said, his voice almost breaking in the sentence.
Yin listened with focus. The old man didn't seem to be completely invulnerable right now. "If not you, then who?"
"My younger brother, Krackerlin Hans. Unlike me, he actually had real talent to teach men into becoming warriors. He was a prodigy of sorts, one that was the pride of the Hans family. Although I was nearly forgotten in his shadow, I did not despise him. Sure, maybe I had thoughts like that here and there in my early days, but in the end, he was my baby brother. Even I had the utmost pride in him."
A tear seemed to curl its way down old man Hans' face, which did not change his expression.
"What... happened to him." Yin asked softly.
"He died kid. No, he was murdered. Ruthlessly murdered by those of the kingdom."
'The kingdom?' Yin thought in the midst of Hans' speech.
"He was kidnapped, forced to train the kingdoms men into warriors. After many years of treacherous working conditions day and night, horrible treatment from the kingdom, and solitude from his family, he lost all mental capacity to act, and so, they killed him without thought. He was no longer needed. A useless alloy in a carcass of diamonds."
Yin stayed silent, seeing the old mans temper rise.
"Damn them!" He said loudly once, punching the scroll on the wall with a balled fist. "Damn them." A quieter voice spoke as his fist dissolved into an open palm. "In the end, it matters not. All that matters is that he is dead. And now, I am left with nothing but a shell of what my brother once was. This entire room belonged to him. Each of these warriors, were ones he taught." He finally turned around, his tears now dried up.
"The one you touched was named Achilles the Pain. He was the physically strongest of the bunch. He also taught Kills the Brave, Jive the Mentor, and Alexander the Great."
"I see." Yin paused before asking the same question he had asked before. "Old man Hans', if I may ask. Why have you brought me here?"
"Because you have the eyes of a warrior. You have the eyes of those who my brother taught. You have the eyes of my brother."
Yin was slightly taken aback.
"I have... the eyes?" He asked.
"Yes. You see son, I'm an old man now. Hah! I'm sure even you can see that." He laughed. "I will die soon as well. Mold into the dirt to feed the trees and continue the cycle of nature, and once I die, there will be nothing left of this place. My family exists no longer, for they were also hunted down savagely by Reinharald. Although this is only a hollow shell, this is still the only thing that remains of my brother. I cannot let it go to waste."
'So it was Reinharald afterall.'
"Do you mean... for me to inherit it? I'm sorry old man Hans, but I cannot tend to this room; I must go into the new world."
"Oh I know, you twerp. You do not have to tend to it. This room is not valuable because it is clean, it is valuable becomes it is not yet forgotten. Once it is forgotten, it will cease to hold its value. I want someone who has the same eyes as my brother to remember this after I die. Do you understand now?"
Yin did not speak. Instead, he looked to be in thought. After a couple of seconds, he sprang into speech.
"Old man Hans! Please, train me as well then!"
"Huh?" Hans said, almost as if he did not hear Yin the first time.
"Train me! Before you die, let me not just inherit this heirloom, but also your knowledge."
"Boy, do you not think that is a bit inappropriate of a question? I talk about how I am about to die soon, and you want to leech the bit of strength I have left on top of that?" Old man Hans spoke in a stern, but slightly open minded way.
"I cannot say that my requests are not greedy. And I dare not declare that my requests are for your or your brothers benefit. However, They will benefit me greatly, and, you said I have the eyes of your brother did you not? Train me as your final disciple old man Hans, for even if you decide not to; I will not only accept this heirloom, but also accept the task of avenging Krackerlin along with it!"
The old man was nearly speechless. "You cannot mean it. Revenge is a dangerous journey Yin, it is one that ruins many men."
"Weak men." Yin spoke with absolute resolve.
His eyes looked stoic and determined, full of ambition and dream. Han's couldn't help but be captivated by them. They truly resembled that of his brothers. Yin had the eyes of a winner. Of a warrior. Of a conqueror.
Old man Hans heaved a deep sigh before beginning to walk out of the room.
"So... is that a yes or a n-" Yin was abruptly interrupted.
"Grab some rope and some sticks. Your training will begin as of today!"
A wide grin stretched across Yin's face.