Blood Moon Yasuo
975 RP
Release Year : 2016
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Yasuo Lore
Yasuo is a man of purpose, a nimble swordsman who wields the wind itself to chop down his adversaries. This once-pleased warrior has been disfavored by a false allegation and constrained into a urgent battle for survival. With the world betrayed him, he will give it his best shot to convey the liable to equity and restore his honor.
Once in the past a splendid understudy at an eminent Ionian sword school, Yasuo was the main understudy in an era to ace the fabulous wind strategy. Numerous trusted he was bound to wind up an extraordinary legend. Be that as it may, his destiny was changed always when Noxus attacked. Yasuo was accused of guarding an Ionian Elder, be that as it may, absurdly trusting his cutting edge alone could have the effect, he exited his post to join the quarrel. When he gave back, the Elder had been killed.
Disfavored, Yasuo eagerly turned himself in, arranged to pay for his disappointment with his life. He was stunned, be that as it may, to get himself blamed for abandonment, as well as of the homicide itself. Despite the fact that mistook and racked for blame, he knew the professional killer would go unpunished on the off chance that he didn't act. Yasuo raised his sword against the school and battled his direction free, knowing his injustice would turn all of Ionia against him. Allowed genuinely to sit unbothered without precedent for his life, he set out to locate the Elder's genuine executioner.
Yasuo put in the following quite a while meandering the area, looking for any sign that may lead him to the killer. At the same time, he was persistently chased by his previous associates, ceaselessly compelled to battle or bite the dust. His central goal drove him ever forward, until he was found by the one enemy he feared most - his own sibling, Yone.
Bound by a typical code of honor, the two warriors bowed and drew their swords. Quietly they surrounded each other under the moonlight. When they at long last charged forward, Yone was no match for Yasuo; with a solitary blaze of steel he chop his sibling down. Yasuo dropped his weapon and raced to Yone's side.
Overcome with feeling, he requested to know how his own kinfolk could think him liable. Yone spoke: ''The Elder was murdered by a wind procedure. Who else might it be able to be?'' Understanding cleared over Yasuo as he all of a sudden acknowledged why he had been charged. He pronounced his purity afresh and asked his sibling's absolution. Tears spilled down Yasuo's face as his sibling went in his arms.
Yasuo covered Yone under the rising sun, however could take no opportunity to grieve. Others would be after him a little while later. His sibling's disclosure had given Yasuo freshly discovered reason; he now had the hint that would prompt the genuine executioner. Swearing a pledge, he accumulated his things and, with one final take a gander at Yone's grave, set out with the wind at his back.
''The account of a sword is inked in blood.''
- Yasuo
Once in the past a splendid understudy at an eminent Ionian sword school, Yasuo was the main understudy in an era to ace the fabulous wind strategy. Numerous trusted he was bound to wind up an extraordinary legend. Be that as it may, his destiny was changed always when Noxus attacked. Yasuo was accused of guarding an Ionian Elder, be that as it may, absurdly trusting his cutting edge alone could have the effect, he exited his post to join the quarrel. When he gave back, the Elder had been killed.
Disfavored, Yasuo eagerly turned himself in, arranged to pay for his disappointment with his life. He was stunned, be that as it may, to get himself blamed for abandonment, as well as of the homicide itself. Despite the fact that mistook and racked for blame, he knew the professional killer would go unpunished on the off chance that he didn't act. Yasuo raised his sword against the school and battled his direction free, knowing his injustice would turn all of Ionia against him. Allowed genuinely to sit unbothered without precedent for his life, he set out to locate the Elder's genuine executioner.
Yasuo put in the following quite a while meandering the area, looking for any sign that may lead him to the killer. At the same time, he was persistently chased by his previous associates, ceaselessly compelled to battle or bite the dust. His central goal drove him ever forward, until he was found by the one enemy he feared most - his own sibling, Yone.
Bound by a typical code of honor, the two warriors bowed and drew their swords. Quietly they surrounded each other under the moonlight. When they at long last charged forward, Yone was no match for Yasuo; with a solitary blaze of steel he chop his sibling down. Yasuo dropped his weapon and raced to Yone's side.
Overcome with feeling, he requested to know how his own kinfolk could think him liable. Yone spoke: ''The Elder was murdered by a wind procedure. Who else might it be able to be?'' Understanding cleared over Yasuo as he all of a sudden acknowledged why he had been charged. He pronounced his purity afresh and asked his sibling's absolution. Tears spilled down Yasuo's face as his sibling went in his arms.
Yasuo covered Yone under the rising sun, however could take no opportunity to grieve. Others would be after him a little while later. His sibling's disclosure had given Yasuo freshly discovered reason; he now had the hint that would prompt the genuine executioner. Swearing a pledge, he accumulated his things and, with one final take a gander at Yone's grave, set out with the wind at his back.
''The account of a sword is inked in blood.''
- Yasuo
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