Intermission XVII
In a secluded village perched high in the mountains somewhere in the eastern continent, a family gathered to bid farewell to a young man. He had black spiky hair and a kind expression, standing at five foot eight (172 cm) with a slender build. Clad in black shinobi shōzoku-like attire, its mask absent, and a curved blade at his waist.
The man's name was Shin Yuzka, a warrior from the misty mountain village and a devoted disciple of the Thousand Eye Order. For millennia, this organization had protected the world, battling the cult of the nameless gods and preventing cataclysmic events with the guidance of their seers. Today, the order had informed Shin of his mission that required him to depart to the western continent, and his family had gathered to bid him farewell as he prepared to depart.
Standing before Shin was his mother, father, and little brother Jin who was crying into mothers arms.
Father: “Make sure you swing your blade to the right like I taught you. You always swing it a little too high.”
Shin: “I will, father. I’ll keep in mind all the lessons you have taught me,” he said respectfully.
Jin: “Brother! It is not fair. Why do you have to go so far away?” he said with tears in his eyes, upset at his brother's departure.
Shin got down on one knee so that he could be eye level with his little brother.
Shin: “Don’t be like that little Jin. Our family has served the Thousand Eye Order for generations. It is a great honor for me. So, be happy instead,” he said with a smile.
Jin: “B-but some of the others said you might not return…”