A scroll was found, but to be more exact, it was a painting.
Zeke unfurled the scroll, it revealed a scenic view of mountains, spring water, poppies, and more.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary painting, yet, Zeke knew there was more to this painting.
Why would Kenzo have this on him? More so, how did this fragile painting not get damaged during their intense scuffle earlier? Zeke knew this was no ordinary drawing.
"There must be a secret somewhere!" Zeke was keen-eyed by nature; he was sure that this was no ordinary artwork.
He studied the painting closely, observed it's mountains, trees, birds, flowers, beasts…
Suddenly, he felt his power swell up inside him, a hurricane formed within.
His whole body shook vigorously, a small stream of blood trickled out the side of his mouth.
The painting had changed, it no longer showed a scenic mountain view.
No, it showed its true nature.
Swords and blades.
That was it.
A multitude of bladed weaponry appeared in his mind's eye and fell upon him with everlasting glee.
Zeke took a deep breath, closed his eyes shut with a face filled with fear.
Even though his eyes had shut, he felt it, the energy within him riveted from the attack.
"Damn it!" Zeke now realized what the term "curiosity killed the cat" endeared to.
Within the drawing, was Focus of the Blade, a much stronger, far more powerful Focus than his own Fist.
All he did was scan the painting and the assault began.
Even if he averted his gaze, it was too late, the blades were already on him.
"No! It can't go on like this!
"Although my body can withstand this onslaught, my spirit can't!"
Zeke could feel the blades swipe and slash at his insides, he could not let this go in.
If his spirit was wounded, nay, destroyed by this onslaught, he would suffer for an eternity.
"This Focus... I can't let it get the best of me... I have to absorb it somehow!" Zeke gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged, his body dripped with sweat.
"Now!" with a scream, Zeke fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting.
"Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings!
"Blade, the Lion of which that all follows.
As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills... none are greater than thee!
"Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!"
Zeke stared at the painting, chanting to himself, "Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.
"Although powerful, it does not suit me! I must have the Focus of the Sword!"
Zeke observed the painting, the onslaught grew stronger and more vicious, it nearly incapacitated his spirit, yet Zeke stood strong and still, a strange calm washed over him.
The path Zeke took was never going to be easy, it was for a path of self-betterment, a path full of dangers, risks, and yet, it held so much opportunity.
Although unexpected, he was prepared for any challenges to come his way. He was ready, he knew it.
"How can I improve myself if I can't even overcome this slight inconvenience?!"
Zeke's voice was full of confidence and pride.
"Release me!"
He yelled at the painting, and focused all his soul into this one charge.
The painting began to change and slowly floated into the air.
He stared at the painting, willed it to submit — the trees, the mountains, the birds, the streams, the beasts, the sky full of blades...
Zeke sent his Focus forward, to engage, to crush, to conquer.
A great Fist roared with energy, sent forth by Zeke.
He could feel the Focuses contending with him.
He could feel each and every blow they dealt, he saw their weaknesses, their strengths, their essences.
When witnessing their fierce contest, Zeke, in both spirit and mind, saw something valuable — harmony within chaos.
"I know what I need."