Whiteblade Thief

"Weh no Su"... This sentence kept on resonating within his mind.

This young man had no name, hence was called Whiteblade. His complexion was dark. But that was because of the martial skill he was practicing which turned his skin as tough as iron and as dark as charcoal.

He had no idea of who he was. That's right. It was a case of amnesia. The only thing he knew when he first woke up 20 years ago was the sentence in his mind...

"Weh no Su ? What could it be...?"

He would asked himself every now and then.

When he was young, Whiteblade was picked up and was raised by a master Thief that goes by the name of Qidian.
Qidian was considered as one of the best master Thief in the continent of Tyria. It is rumored that Qidian doesn't originate from Tyria, but from a faraway land.

Whiteblade learned everything from him, how to fight, how to survive, how to kill, how to conceal and how to steal.
He had been the most promising disciple of Qidian, however... The more he learned about the world, the more he knew, the more he grew.... The more he saw how ugly his master in fact was.

Corruption, treason, bullying, rape and so on. It was especially true to this day, where Tyria was on full alert because of the threat of the Elder Dragons. His "master" went with his desires and in fact he always had been following an evil path.

He would pick promising orphan, raise them and train them to the Deadly and Shadow Arts so they would be killers, and with his "disciples", he would roam across Tyria unhindered, following a path of slaughter.

But Whiteblade was different. In his heart, some mythical force prevented him from going astray.

"Could it be related to that sentence ? Just what is it in the end ? Who exactly am I ?"

Whiteblade couldn't help but asked himself.

One day, he had enough and just left without leaving a trace. He swore to come back one day and confront his master, right now he just wasn't strong enough and would only be courting death.
He didn't fear death, but he also wouldn't be suicidal as he knew very well his limits.
But he definitely had to come back and resolve this knot in his heart, he was tied to his master, he was bound to him by the karmic ties.

As he started travelling across Tyria, he diligently trained and kept on cultivating restlessly. He had reach a bottleneck for countless years but after just a few months of adventuring his cultivation had progressed by leaps and bounds.

As the saying goes, for a genius there's no better tempering than risking his life in the wild to seek for one's own lucky chances.

"It's time, I'm about to breakthrough..." he thought excitedly.

"BOOM !"

After this sudden explosion, he finally arrived at what his master called the "Nascent Realm".

"Nascent Realm... So this is what it feels.. Incredible...!"

Whiteblade could feel how powerful he had become after this breakthrough... Suddenly, vivid images came to his mind...

"Kaijun Don, the Celestial Kirin... Kuonghsang, the Celestial Turtle... Hai Jii, the Celestial Phoenix... Tahmu, the Celestial Dragon... The Spirit Realm...?" he slowly muttered.

"Weh no Su... So that's how it was..."

Whiteblade said while his lips started to form a smile... He seemed to have understood something.

"So my ancestor had ascended and became "closer to the stars"... Weh no Su... Weh no Su... That's what I have to do..."

He had a firm resolve and now knew what he had to do to become stronger...

"I know where I have to go... For now, I have to stay and help my people in Tyria, but one day I'll definitely go to that place..."

Whiteblade kept staring at the wide sky...

"My roots are there... Cantha..."