A New Beginning

This wasn't a commemorative event, but rather a simple house and a simple table. 🐟✌ 👮🐤

Four people were seated around the table: Darius, Swain, Kled, and Rappor.

They were once the commanders of Noxus's four major legions, but now they are all dressed in civilian clothes, probably all retired.

Darius and Rappor looked old, Swain had aged a bit too, but Kled hadn't changed at all.

"How boring, there's nowhere to fight anymore." Kled rarely drinks, but now he's holding a glass and drinking like a proper soldier.

Rappor raised his glass and took a sip. "I really envy you, Lord Kled. We've known each other for decades, and you haven't changed at all."

"Decades? Centuries from now, I'll still be the same, but you lot will probably be gone without a trace."

Darius laughed a few times, "Hahaha... I have no regrets in this life, and I don't pray to live long, except for one person who is missing and I'm a little annoyed."

You mean that Yasuo kid?

"Hmm." Darius responded simply, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"That kid is indeed talented. He learned my Gale Force and Uniform Strength on our first meeting. Although they were a bit unorthodox, they were still acceptable."

"Thinking back carefully, he was actually someone I bought from Tam's arena for two thousand gold coins."

"You've really struck gold. If it weren't for his tireless efforts in uniting the entire Runeterra, we probably would have lost the very beginning of the Vastaya War."

"Not necessarily," Swain remaining silent for a while.

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? You'd better explain yourself clearly."

"Whether it was the Vastaya War or the Void War, it was all Ryze's doing. Even if we didn't intervene, he would have done it anyway. Yasuo was just an accomplice."

"Okay, I don't have your brainpower; I can't figure out these processes."

At that moment, Darius suddenly shuddered, spilling a lot of wine from his glass. "Why do I have a feeling Yasuo is nearby?"

"Come on, do you think he'd just watch us drink?"

The group drank and chatted until late at night, and I stayed with them silently.

There were a few moments when I felt Darius and I made eye contact. Was this telepathy?

If telepathy really exists, I'd rather it be a beautiful woman than a burly man like him.

After my travels in Noxus, I came to Ionia, the place where I awoke as Yasuo — the Wind Sword Sect.

The area is still lush with trees, but there are more people now, practicing swordsmanship in the training ground.

The person who guided their cultivation was none other than Wukong, who could also be considered my half-disciple.

Wukong wasn't very good at giving verbal instruction; he relied more on teaching by example.

Not only was his staff technique highly skilled, but his swordsmanship was equally exquisite. He often won within one or two exchanges, leading to constant complaints from his disciples.

"Master, you're too amazing! Please go easy on us, otherwise how will we learn from you?"

"Strong? You'll only know what true strength is if you've witnessed Yasuo's master's swordsmanship!"

"Is the Northern Harbinger Lord really as powerful as you say?"

"Of course! He single-handedly defeated the Shadow Isles' Great Demon Lord, the leader of the Vastaya, and the Void's Great Villain!"

Wukong's words were an exaggeration. If I could look in a mirror right now, I would definitely blush.

Upon hearing this, the disciples became even more enthusiastic, practicing with the same intensity they had developed as if they were under a personal cult, striving to bring glory to the Wind Sword Sect.

Soon, Irelia, Akali, Sword Saint, and dozens of others arrived one after another, all dressed in plain clothes with solemn expressions.

I learned from their conversation that today is the seventh anniversary of the end of the war, and they came here specifically to commemorate me.

After hearing them express their longing and respect, I knew my journey here should come to an end.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived at a harbor, where the stench was still as strong as ever—a smell unique to Bilgewater.

On the deck of a large ship, I saw an old man and a young couple.

The old man was dressed in tattered pirate clothes and looked haggard; he was barely recognizable as Gangplank.

How many years have passed? How did he age so much?

I didn't recognize the young couple at first, but then I remembered when I saw the old bronze plaque hanging around the man's neck. They were Yarlin and Maki, the brother and sister!

Gangplank seemed to have long forgotten that these were the young boys and girls he had originally intended to sacrifice, and was now talking to them incoherently:

"I'm a real piece of work. When the Shadow Isles invaded, Yasuo led his men to help desperately, but when the Void attacked, I didn't go to help at all."

"Why don't you go and help? There are some strong people in Bilgewater, aren't there?"

"At the time, I was only thinking about self-preservation. After all, the void hadn't spread here yet, and the lives of others had nothing to do with me. But after the war, the guilt in my heart grew stronger. It's really strange; I've never felt this way before, even though I've killed countless people..."

"Perhaps you already considered Yasuo a friend, but now that he's dead, you can't express those feelings, which is why you're so bottling them up."

"Pah! I never considered him a friend. I just thought he was powerful and knew many strong people, so I wanted to use him."

"If that's the case, then why did you say you're not a thing?"

"I... I'll say what I want to say!"

Hearing Gangplank reveal his true feelings, I realized that he had actually harbored such thoughts back then.

But it's all in the past now. He's been tormented by guilt and it's not good for him. Now he's like this, which is probably his retribution!

Just then, I suddenly heard a commotion coming from the dock; it sounded like someone was returning home laden with their catch.

Because I wasn't far away, I could see the happy expressions on the faces of the people on deck, but one person looked very dejected: Olaf.

No wonder I didn't see him in Freljord; he must have gone to Bilgewater.

It looks like he went out to sea with them, so why does he look so unhappy?

As time had passed, Olaf began to show signs of aging.

Like the Old Chieftain of the Berserker Clan, Hris, his hair had turned from brownish-yellow to gray, and it had also thinned considerably.

Unfortunately, I couldn't move, nor could I go over and ask him what had happened.

In fact, the scene before me was already beginning to blur; I was about to move to another location.

This back-and-forth movement is just like when I first entered the Ascension Illusion, all of which were fragmented pieces.

I've been to many places now, but there aren't many left. I wonder if I have to visit all the places before I can be reborn.

Or, I will return to my original world.

After a brief moment of reflection, I found myself in a dimly lit space, and the vivid sensations told me: I had been reborn!

That concludes the overall structure. The following sections will follow Ezreal's perspective, encompassing several adventures including Hearth-Home, Project: Origin, and Ancient Shurima, before finally returning to Earth.