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In the history books, there is a span of decades known as “Ineidou’s era of anguish”. Ineidou was by far the most corrupted nation in the history of the world; a lawless piece of land where Owlbeings would flock and do as they please without any consequences. There were no morals in this country; no rules. Owlbeings were free to behave as they pleased. You could do anything and anything could be done to you. This was the era in which young Satsuki was born. And he thrived in it. He was quick and knew his way with the knife and the sword. Cunning and able to move in and out of the shadows like no other, which made him an excellent pickpocket, able to steal the smallest wallets from the most careful Owlbeings. All this helped Satsuki have an abundance of food and coin. A great life. But also dull. He needed more, he needed a challenge. He tried to find that in fighting other owlbeings; usually to the death. No rules; any and all weapons were acceptable; all tactics were allowed. But even this would get uninteresting; no one was a match for him. Ηe decided that only elite fighters were worth his time, and went from dojo to dojo, defeating every master. One day, as he reached a certain dojo, and, full of confidence, Satsuki challenged the dojo’s master in a fight to the death. The master accepted and calmly unsheathed his katana. He was a formidable opponent, but he lacked power. This should be another easy win. But for some reason, Satsuki could not land a single hit. Every attempt would be parried or dodged. Left, right, overhead, no strikes landed. Meanwhile, the master had plenty of opportunities to defeat Satsuki. He managed to disarm Satsuki repeatedly, but he would always wait until Satsuki was firmly holding his sword again. He would get behind Satsuki’s back over and over but never strike him, just wait for him to turn around. After a few minutes, with a lightning-fast swing of his katana, the master struck Satsuki and made him lose his balance and fall. He placed his sword one finger away from Satsuki’s neck and claimed his emphatic victory. But stopped there, he decided to spare Satsuki’s life and just walked back. Satsuki was confused. How did he lose to such a weak, old owlbeing? And, to make things worse, the master was holding back. He could have killed any time he wanted. The master told Satsuki that this was not the way to fight. By striking him while he was vulnerable, the master would not be respecting himself and would not be respecting Satsuki either. A fight should be fair, without tricks. Satsuki was amazed by the master. What he said did not make any sense to him at first, but the master had managed to become such a strong Owlbeing while fighting his enemies as equals. He asked the master for permission to train under him, in his dojo. He accepted under one condition. Satsuki was to throw away his old tendencies and only fight the proper way, as an Owlbeing should. Satsuki stayed there and trained, he left his old ways behind and forgot about his earlier days. A few years passed and Satsuki was now the best student in the dojo and the master’s right hand. Somewhen, three owlbeings happened to pass by the dojo. Just like younger Satsuki, they were cocky and arrogant and challenged the dojo’s master to a fight. Again, the master accepted, just like back then. The first Owlbeing was beaten in mere seconds. The second was better but still, no match for the master and after a couple of minutes, he was lying on the ground defeated. The third one was their leader. He had some skills but was nowhere near the master’s level either. They fought for a while and the master was about to end the fight, when, out of nowhere, the first Owlbeing, secretly slid behind the master and stabbed him, dealing a deadly blow. This made Satsuki’s blood boil. He remembered the bloodlust he had as a boy, grabbed his sword, and, mere seconds later, all three enemy Owlbeings were laying dead on the ground. Satsuki lifted his master’s lifeless body and, with tears running down his eyes, buried him outside the dojo. He built a small shrine to honor him and once he was done, the God of Bushido reached him, assigning him a mission. Just like his master took him under his wings and shared his wisdom, he had to do the same and teach the world how to act with respect. Both toward themselves and others. Keeping his master’s memory close to his heart, Satsuki left. He dedicated his life to teaching other Owlbeings, both younger and older, as the Master of Respect.