Amber of its cruelity

Scene: A misty clearing hidden deep in the Kisdain forests. Soft white fog rolls across ancient stones. Yue Ying sits calm in a lotus position, eyes half-open. One sleeve is empty — her left arm gone — but her presence feels unshakable.

Hiroshi and Tai step through the fog. Tai's eyes widen — he's never felt a place so calm.

Hiroshi (low voice): "This is it. The White Spirit Mist. Yue Ying lives here — she'll guide you."

Yue Ying opens her eyes slowly.

Yue Ying (voice calm, faint smile): "So you finally brought the dragon boy."

Tai (steps forward, a bit cocky): "Name's Tai — not dragon boy. So… you gonna train me?"

Yue Ying stands, her one sleeve swaying.

Yue Ying: "Impress me first."

Before Tai can speak — Yue Ying shoves him with a palm strike so fast he barely sees it. He skids back, feet digging trenches in the wet ground.

Tai (spits out dirt, half-grins): "Oh so that's how it is? Alright — fight then!"

He charges, flames bursting — Explosion Slash! — but Yue Ying steps aside. The fire vanishes in the mist.

Tai (stunned): "My sword—?! Why won't it work?!"

Yue Ying (soft laugh): "This place belongs to the pseudo-god of mist. Your brute force means nothing here."

Tai growls, drops the sword — and charges with his fists. He swings — Yue Ying ducks, weaves, and lands one sharp hit to his ribs. Tai hits the ground, gasping.

Yue Ying (stoops over him): "That's it? That's all your dragon fire can do?"

Tai tries to get up — collapses. His eyes close.

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*One hour later — Tai wakes, drenched in sweat. Yue Ying stands over him, two old wooden buckets at her feet.

Tai (groggy, defiant): "…So? You gonna train me or what?"

Yue Ying (places buckets in his hands): "First round — carry these down to the river and back. Ten times. If you collapse, start again."

Tai (scoffs): "Easy."

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Cut to: Tai staggering, sweat dripping, knees buckling after the fourth run. He snarls, keeps going. The mist swirls around him like a test. Hours pass. On the final climb he drops to his knees — then roars and hauls the buckets up anyway.

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Yue Ying watches, arms folded, calm as the mist.

Yue Ying: "Congratulations. You've passed round one, dragon boy."

Tai (wheezing, half laughing): "Next… round… bring it

Tai (panting, catching his breath, stares at her empty sleeve):

"Your arm… can I ask… who did that to you? I really wanna know."

Yue Ying (turns her head slightly, eyes half-shut):

"Why do you want to know?"

Tai (more serious now):

"Just tell me. Please."

Yue Ying (calm voice, almost like it's nothing):

"Someone cruel. He took my arm… killed my master — Master Liang Bai. People called him Pai Mai."

Tai (low voice):

"Who…?"

Yue Ying meets his eyes, silent for a moment. Then, flat and cold:

"Kon."

Tai's eyes widen — he doesn't say anything, just clenches his fists tighter around the bucket handles. The air feels heavier for a second.

Yue Ying doesn't comfort him, doesn't explain. She just stands up and tosses him a fresh cloth.

Yue Ying talking to Tai (now):

> "He was someone I used to know… Sometimes he was almost kind. Or it looked that way…"

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⚡️ FLASHBACK:

Young Yue Ying, wounded on Earth — can't even remember her real name.

Master Liang Bai (Pai Mai) finds her in a ruined field — old, white-browed, ancient. He heals her, calls her Yue Ying, trains her in his hidden realm for years.

She grows strong — a blade under the moon.

Two other students walk the temple: Gordon Liu, Simu Liu — both loyal, both sharp.

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One day — Earth again.

Yue Ying is injured. A boy finds her — quiet, strange calm in his eyes.

Kon: "My name is Kon. And you?"

Yue Ying: "I don't know… Yue Ying, maybe."

Kon: "Moon Shadow. Fitting."

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She trusts him. She brings him to the realm — robes, martial air, stone steps under peach trees.

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They walk. Master Pai Mai appears — staff in hand, eyes sharp.

Pai Mai: "So… you return."

Yue Ying: "You know him, Master?"

Kon (smirks): "Of course. He's my old teacher. Isn't that right… Master Liang Bai?"

Pai Mai steps forward, voice low: "Stay away from him, Yue Ying. He betrayed this place once. He'll do it again."

Kon: "Why so cold, old man? Didn't I thank you enough for the life you tried to chain me to?"

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Yue Ying stands firm:

"If he's your enemy — then he's mine too."

Kon laughs softly, claps his hands — two shadows appear: Chao and Bao, exiled traitors.

Pai Mai (growls): "You brought them here?!"

Kon: "Your good students… thrown out for killing their own. How fitting they bow to me now."

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Kon to Yue Ying:

"Do you even know your real name? Luna. He found you half-dead, gave you lies to live in. You were always a pawn."

Yue Ying (spits): "Lies. I'll cut you down myself!"

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⚔️ FIGHT BEGINS

Yue Ying (Luna) vs Kon — pure martial arts.

Tiger Claw. White Brow Palm. Needle Vein Strike.

Kon counters everything — calm, mocking, never using his abyss powers — only pure technique.

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Meanwhile — Chao fights Pai Mai

Chao betrays the master who trained him.

Gordon Liu and Simu Liu jump in, trying to defend.

Bao helps Chao. Blades flash. Gordon dies. Simu falls.

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Kon disarms Yue Ying — whispers as he breaks her arm:

> "See? You're nothing when the truth's out. I'll leave you alive — so you remember who took this from you."

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Pai Mai, seeing Gordon dead, tries to reach Kon — but Chao lunges at Pai Mai.

They clash.

Kon watches, calm.

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Bao sneaks up behind Kon — stabs him!

Kon gasps — blade in his side.

Bao whispers:

> "Never trusted you. I'll take the glory."

But Kon smirks, whispers back:

> "Wrong body, fool."

Bao's mouth drips blood. He looks down — it's Chao's body. Kon had swapped them.

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Kon rips the blade out — Bao's real body, bound, twitches in the shadows.

> "I always eat traitors first."

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Pai Mai staggers — Kon appears beside him, blood arts swirling.

Kon slices his master's tendons — two fingers flick open Pai Mai's throat.

> "Goodbye, old man."

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Kon scoops up blood — Yue Ying's severed arm, Gordon's corpse, Simu's body.

To his hidden allies:

> "Victor. Fuko. Pack the pieces. This story's done."

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Pai Mai's final look: regret.

Yue Ying (Luna): helpless, gasping — left alive, humiliated.

Pai Mai, blood dripping from his throat wound, staggers back — eyes locked on Luna (Yue Ying) across the shattered courtyard.

She's on the ground, clutching her severed arm stump, gasping, powerless to stand.

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Pai Mai's last breath:

> "Sudo… avatar… protect…"

His voice is just a rasp now.

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Kon, flicking blood off his fingers, steps closer.

He watches Pai Mai's lips tremble with half a chant — an ancient guardian seal, the old man's final weapon.

A pale ghost of power flickers behind Pai Mai — sudo form — the half-made avatar of his life's art.

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Kon tilts his head, studying it like a bored scientist.

> Kon: "Ah… the sudo. So, an avatar after all. One final trick up your sleeve."

He taps the air — the blood veins around his palm light up.

> Kon: "Shame you only bought yourself five minutes. I'll take what I need before that puppet ever opens its eyes."

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He presses his hand to Pai Mai's ribs — blood arts surge — like black roots wrapping the master's heart.

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> Kon: "Blood of body, seal of soul…"

He extracts the gem hidden inside Pai Mai's chest — the true core that ties him to the sudo's power.

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Pai Mai chokes, eyes wide, locked on Luna — one last pleading glance.

She tries to crawl, tries to scream: "WAIT—!"

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Kon's blade flashes once — clean —

Pai Mai's head topples to the stone floor — white eyebrows drifting like threads of snow.

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Kon wipes the blade, calm.

> Kon: "Truth is… I couldn't beat you at your best. But truth doesn't care, does it?"

He turns — looks down at Luna's broken body.

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> Kon (dry smile): "Don't bother. Don't waste your breath saying wait, or fight me. In that shape? You can't even crawl properly."

He pockets the gem — steps over Pai Mai's head — and walks away.

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Night. A forgotten place — stone walls cracked by time, a broken window letting in a blade of moonlight.

Kon sits alone on an old wooden chair. His black coat drapes over him like a shadow given shape. In his hands — a violin, old, polished, cared for more than most living things. Smoke curls from his lips as he exhales slow, calm. He sets the bow against the strings.

He doesn't speak. He doesn't even look at the room — his eyes half-closed, his mouth curled in a faint smile that doesn't reach the cold in his gaze.

He draws the bow. A single note escapes — fragile, stretching out like a thread in the dark. Another note follows. Then another. The melody is low, bitter, yet sweet in places — like a funeral song for something no one will bury.

The room feels deeper than it is — the shadows swallowing the walls until it's just him, the violin, and the echo of the notes bouncing back, haunting their creator.

Kon smokes as he plays — the faint red ember at the tip of his cigarette glows and fades with each breath. Ash clings to the edge but never dares to fall. He doesn't blink. His fingers slide over the strings — perfect, merciless.

Outside, the night goes on uncaring — but here, in this tiny corner of the world, cruelty finds its quiet grace. Kon's smile flickers wider for an instant, then softens again as he loses himself in the music. The violin sings for him — and no one else.

When the last note fades, the smoke drifts up, hanging above him like a crown that no god would dare touch. He lowers the bow. The silence returns — heavy, waiting.

Kon does not say a word. He only smiles, looking at nothing, listening to a world that exists only in his head. The darkness holds him like an old friend.

Scene ends.