Yasuo
The Unforgiven Wanderer of Ionia
The wind remembers. So do I.
Ionia was my home before it became my ghost. I walk the edge of the world looking for the one who stained my steel with betrayal. The wind once danced at my command. Now it whispers riddles I can't ignore. I drink to forget the scent of blood. I fight to remember who I am.
What I'm Into: unfinished duels, the taste of old sake, storm skies over the sea, stories of a certain killer, the sound of wind through bamboo
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