The wind was blowing through the branches of the sakura tree, pink petals flew gently with each passing gust.
Under the tree sat a lonely and quiet ronin (487 RP).
His sword sheathed into its saya, his eyes closed as his ears listened to the wind and his nose smelled the flowers that surrounded him, his mouth quiet as he hummed Metallica's "The Unforgiven".
Far away, he managed to hear an animal howling. Yasuo opened his eyes and stood up. He heard the sound again, so he began running towards the source.
As he approached his destination, he saw three people sitting on the ground, having a picnic while watching TV.
"Hey Yasuo, wanna watch the world cup with us?" asked Cassiopeia (440 RP), "look, I'm even wearing green and yellow like the Brazilian flag!"
"Huehuehue" replied Numero Uno (395 RP).
"No, thanks," Yasuo politely declined, "I'm on a mission."
"You know why I like football/soccer?" replied Count Vladimir (260 RP), "because it sucks!"
Yasuo ignored the joke, as Vladimir smiled proudly, he had to be positive that this pun was the funniest he'd said.
Yasuo kept running. The howling sound was closer and closer.
Eventually, he saw it. Hyena Warwick (487 RP) stood there, facing a wounded Dragonslayer Jarvan (375 RP).
"Yasuo..." whispered Jarvan when he saw the samurai running towards them, Yasuo was surrounded by flying metallic debris which had been cast by Mordekaiser just as he left their picnic area "help... Me..."
Warwick sent out a roary laughter and began slashing at Jarvan. Yasuo was still a bit far away, Warwick had enough time to kill his prey and then run away.
Jarvan knew he had to do something or it would be too late by the time Yasuo arrived. He was almost out of mana, but maybe he could still cast a couple of spells?
There was no time to make the calculations, he had to trust his luck now.
Jarvan tossed his Demacian Standard, but he tossed it too far away, so it landed behind Warwick.
"You idiot!" Laughed the hyena as he slashed Jarvan over and over again, "you couldn't even hit me! HA!"
Jarvan then raised his lance with both of his hands and extended it as much as he could.
It hit the flag.
Jarvan was immediately pulled towards it, sending his attacker flying up in the air.
And then Yasuo struck.
He teleported at the airborne Warwick and began slashing him once, twice, thrice...
The hyena cried in pain as he felt each strike cutting through his fur, skin, muscle and eventually bones. He could also feel the shards from Mordehuehue's creeping death cutting into his already opened wounds.
It only lasted for a second or two, but Warwick felt it was an eternity.
Eventually, both landed on the ground. Yasuo on his feet, Warwick on his back.
His wounds began oozing blood, as he knew his time was up.
"I'll get you... You'll see... This isn't... Over... Yet"
Yasuo struck one last time, as Warwick let out one last, gurgling breath.
Yasuo performed chiburi to remove the blood from his blade and, at the same time, cleanse his soul from the act he had just committed.
He afterwards performed noto, sheathing his blade back into its home.
"Thanks Yasuo," whispered Jarvan, as he stood up, "I owe you one."
"Just doing what's right..." replied Yasuo, as he walked back to his cherry tree, Mordekaiser's shield fading away.