"Good and Evil are not truths" (Jhin's extended lore)

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« The good and evil are not truths »

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“So, that’s where you are from, Master Sido?” A twelve-year-old boy was staring at the landfishers working in the fields of river of grass.

“This is an amazing place, o-fa!” With these words, the boy rushed down the hill, impatient to see beasts of burden tied near the plantation.

Aged Sido was in charge of the house of respected Master Shikuri from the very beginning, taking over his father’s duties of the butler. Since the tragic death of his Master, Sido took the burden of carrying for Shikuri’s son. The young man always differed with courtesy and manners, and addressed the butler only as “O-fa”.

“But weren’t you resisting, not wanting to go on such a long journey?” Sido smiled, overtaking his ward.

“I read a lot, but I did not see much. Now, when I know how beautiful Ionia is, I can’t wait to see other places!” The boy smiled.

“Sido, can we visit Demacia one day? I wish to see The Temple of the Lightbringers!” The boy inherited father’s enthusiasm. As a child he didn’t part with father’s encyclopedias and reference books, restless at nights with question about Vastaya and overwordly mastters.

“Gather your thoughts! Your uncle is a very wise and reputable man, who sees people though. Don’t make me blush” Sido was dressed in his best suit of flax and cotton, not striking, but obviously expensive.

He had been planning the visit to the Temple of the Kinkou, postponing not due the weather conditions. All his life he’s spent in Shikuri’s house and like no one else knew about the cousins’ contradictions. About 2 hundred years ago, one of the ancestors of Kusho and Shikuri went against the Kinkou’s covenant, to which he belonged. He asserted that Kinkou carries fake ideals and a false idea of ​​the balance. He blamed Kinkou for the liberation of the ubiquitous Chaos, aimed at suppressing the Peace and trying to establish «the balance».The words he inscribed on the family coat of arms, which Shikuri hung in the living room, still echo in Sido's mind: «The Balance is peace. Not peace and chaos we partition, but good and evil»

Sido's shoulders stooped more from the burden of responsibility imposed on him than from his age-he knew that he must fulfill the will of Master Shikuri and train his son, familiarize the guy with his father's ideals. But years did not spare the old man, and the young boy still was not ready for this burden.

"If only you were with us, Master" Sido sighed, clapping tall beyond his years pupil’s shoulder.

"O-fa, you said you wanted to introduce me to someone,” the boy said, “Master Kusho has a son, doesn’t he?”

"It's true, but I want you to meet another boy. He's younger than you, but you should be interesting together,” The wrinkles on Sido's face looked deeper than usual under the rays of setting sun.

“We have to hurry up, Jhin. Nights here are windy.”

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The year of his adulthood young Jhin met in his native village, in the Southern mountains, surrounded by old father's books and manuscripts. Almost a year has passed since Sido allowed Jhin to enter his father's office and study his work. Only one room adjoining the office remained locked with a complicated runic seal. Sido forbade to come close to the door.

And so, thinking about the secrets hidden behind the lock, and whispers calling him at nights, when the old man Sido is sleeping tight, Jhin was walking along a beautifully lawn. He was invited to a dinner party by the Great Raykkan, the Master of the archery school of Mount Kinry. This evening, all the nobility gathered to congratulate the famous couple with the birth of a child.

Suddenly, a certain rhythmic sound ripped him from the claws of reflections. Passing to the side of the Mansion, Jhin noticed a group of stray actors, apparently appearing at the celebration.

Ran up on the wooden platform of a decorated with flowers tent in the center of the avenue, their premier, a slim blondy girl, no more than five years older than Jhin himself, offhandedly began her staging.

Jhin knew her name – Ada. And the excerpt from the O’Hara’s tragedy he guessed from the very first notes. Unlike the most, Jhin noticed and remembered everything. Phenomenal memory of the guy always admired people.

Which can’t be said about Ada's troupe. Despite the smoothness and rhythm of her movements, her melodious voice and energy, which was filling her every breath on stage, people met her performance with disdain and petulance.

And the reason for that was on the face trouper - a terrible burn covered the girl's face from the left cheek to the chin. People looked with contempt from the maimed, not wishing to give a chance to her performance.

“Take this ugliness out of here! Sassy ramblers, there is no shame in you!” An elegant woman in a beautiful night dress commanded. Jhin immediately recognized Raykkan's wife.

“I apologize for this incident, dear fellow tribesmen!” she said, turning towards the crowd.

At that moment, the legendary Master Raykkan passed by Jhin with a quick and light gait. The snow-white cloak of artwork fluttered behind him, leaving a musky scent. With a one sharp movement, Raykkan grabbed two musicians by the armpits and escorted them to the exit, then did the same to Ada, followed by crowd’s applause.

“They just decided to take advantage of the crowd, madam. It’s difficult to earn a bit of a bread for street artists, performing only in peasant districts” Jhin masterly concealed a note of irritation in his voice, addressing the hostess of the feast.

“You have a soft heart, young man. Moreover, I want to drive away these impudent beggars from you. If I had my will, I would poison them like rats,” Raykkan’s wife said, “We do not need these tramps in our area, only misfortunes come from them.”“Have fun, Master Jhin. These freaks will not bother you anymore” bronze Raykkan’s face was smiling from ear to ear with shiny white teeth.

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For many hours Jhin was sitting opposite the locked door, alone with the singing of night birds and the crackling of insects outside the window. There was something alien in these noises, barely discernible. Something was whispering Jhin through the door.

From the works of his father, Jhin learned a lot about the nature of the Order of Kinkou, about the credo of its disciples and about the nature of the struggle that they lead. Master Shikuri hoped that the head Kinku, his cousin – Kusho would listen to warnings.He insisted that Kinkou only violate the nature of the balance, hence peace and chaos never reach equilibrium. According to Shikuri, the Kinkou Order became an instrument in the hands of Chaos, and he saw the key to balance not in war, but in the comprehension of the magical and physical worlds.

"A human cannot establish the balance, cannot fight against the nature. Any attempt to fight leads only to the generation of chaos. The Eye of the Twilight is blind and weak. The fact that good for me is evil for another does not mean the absence of good and evil, but about unity. To separate and fight with that is a stupid and empty occupation” Shikuri wrote.” As long as you kill a disgustingly-looking insect, while you don’t understand if it is dangerous or not, you will not overtake a balance in the world, but only create chaos. Only the whole mankind, led by a wise mentor, is able to establish harmony and balance, by understanding and comprehending the nature of harmony.”

Also, Shikuri obviously concealed something about the very order of Kinkou. "One day, your successor will find out which secret does the Order keep from him and your successor will go away from you, engendering a new false doctrine."

But most of all Jhin’s attention was drawn to the father's notes about Kindred - the phenomenon of death. For many years, Shikuri was traveling around the world and meditating, collecting data on Kindred from both spiritual and living worlds. Shikuri was sure that Ina and Ani play a key role in understanding the natural balance of worlds.

Jhin felt that he could no longer stand alone with the locked door. Filling his chest with youthful determination, Jhin stepped toward the locked door.

After months of careful study of the knowledge left by the father, without finding any hints about the locked room and the contents that it keeps, the young man was ready to challenge the uncertainty sleeping in the same house with him.

For some reason, Jhin was very quick at studying, mastering the ancient techniques in a matter of days. Whether it was the genes of his father or the talent of his teacher Sido, Jhin perfectly mastered the magical smell. This skill allowed him to find sources of magical energy in the surrounding space, absorb them and redirect by his will. Jhin would have preferred to study the ancient shadow techniques, but his father probably did not give him a chance to do so either. Shikuri believed that intelligence is a far more formidable weapon than the hidden techniques of Kinkou.

With eyes closed, Jhin was concentrating on inner feelings, opening the consciousness to the surrounding energy. And there was a lot of energy, primarily due to the locked arch. By the effort of will pricking in the chest, Jhin mentally redirected the magical vibrations emanating from the door towards the lock painted with runes.

Few moment later door cracked a crack to the small stone crumb.

“Dark. A table. A box? A Cube? Or...? Pain. The walls are shaking. Scream.”

Jhin lost control of his thoughts, his body, himself. Everything was spinning and mingling in one continuous, piercing cry of silence.

In an avalanche of feelings and emotions, pounding in his face, Jhin noticed a cobby figure in the room. Sido.

“O-fa…” Jhin did not know whether the lips were uttering a word and whether there were lips on his face at all. Jhin did not know anything. Or knew everything?

“Hold on, my boy!” Sido stumbled, carrying Jhin in his arms, out of the shaking and vibrating walls of the estate. The ceiling began to crumble and pour on their heads.” What have you done, my boy?! What have you done?”

Jhin recovered at dawn, lying next to the shelves of the family mansion. A meter away from him, he saw a body buried under a huge chimney frame.

Jhin felt that he was losing consciousness again.

"What happened?" What was that? "Jhin wanted to sob, but was too exhausted for that, so he remained lying, quietly weeping, holding the hand of the old butler.

When he opened eyes again, he felt he is being poking by someone's uncertain pushes. It was already getting dark.

Their neighbor, who lives on the hillside, was a rich jewel dealer, he rubs Jhin on the shoulder with his short, plump handle, calling him with a convulsive voice.

“Master? Are you alive, Master?” The thin voice was flittering in the air like a mosquito. Jhin tried to get to his feet. “Sir, let me help you. You need to see the doctor” The plump man tried to prop up the tall Jhin and dragged him down towards the settlement.Looking back, Jhin saw Sido's mindful hand reaching out to him. Nearby he noticed the words torn from the side, stained in the fireplace ash «Not peace and chaos, but good and evil»

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“A pawn, not a messiah. But I have to play a role. I have to show them” the words echoed from the hospital walls.

“It’s all well, boy. It's just a bad dream” The nurse put a warm palm on Jhin's forehead” It's getting worse for him, doctor.”

“The dips in the memory and the strange muttering must have an explanation. His head is not damaged, but the soul does not find peace,” The doctor went to the couch, “What's your name? Where are you from? Can you remember anything?”

“My name is Jhin. You already know where I am from, Dr. Elliah” pale Jhin said with trembling lips, but his voice suddenly became deep and clear.

“Good. How many fingers do you see, Jhin?” The rural doctor held out a palm with three fingers spread in front of Jhin’s face.

“I see what you are showing. And what you're trying to hide, Dr. Elliah” With these words, Jhin fainted.

Days flowed into weeks, but Jhin's condition was only aggravating. From what he was able to understand among the flashes of consciousness, the doctors did not find an explanation for the nature of his illness, therefore, they could not cure him. Also, he heard that all nurses caring for him eventually become ill, and the doctors seriously began to discuss the option of his isolation from people for further clarification of the nature of the disease.

Jhin knew that he was changing and fading at the same time. He was not sure what was said out loud and which words remained as unspoken thoughts. One thing he knew for sure, his consciousness fading, giving place to something new that settled a black speck in his head. Jhin began to feel like an animated dead man, ruled by someone's evil whim. And looking at the people circling in the hospital, he increasingly saw only a fading flesh and a dimming light.

It frightened him, as well as frightened outbursts of loss of consciousness. Jhin hungrily clung to every moment, won by his consciousness.

“For what? What was in that room? What did I see there?” Jhin felt unfairly withdrawn from the plot as the main hero, standing on the threshold of a new discovery, unable to complete the intended feat.

He asked Dr. Elliah to send a mail bird to the Temple of Kinkou with the words «I'm Jhin, son of Shikuri. I found what my father hid and now I disappearing»

The astounded doctor assured him that the bird will be sent the same day.

One day, through the ringing in his ears, Jhin heard an attracting noise nearby. The sound of the flute quietly cut the stuffy air of the closed wing of the hospital.

Staggering, Jhin strode toward the source of the harmonius tune.

“You're mumbling terribly, it drives me crazy” Ada was lying on a low couch in the corner of the room, holding a wooden flute.

“How did you come to be here, boy?” The girl was smirking. She was lying by the right hand to Jhin and seemed even very beautiful from this perspective. Her brown eyes was glowing, reflecting the fire of the lamps.

“Yes, yes. I know you, rich guy. You're from the red hill, aren’t you?” Ada took an apple from the cupboard and bit off a greedy piece, grinning," One of the few who throws coins on the stage, not rotten vegetables.”

“Flowers,” Jhin looked at his new neighbor, “I left flowers on stage”. Ada looked weird, like a doll with a broken body, her legs were covered with a light veil and remained unnaturally motionless in all movements.

“What happened to you?” He peered at the girl's smiling face. She seemed effete to him.

“Had a bad fall,” Ada carelessly shrugged her shoulders, "But you still have not answered why are you here.”

“Something is happening to me. I can flake out at any time.You should not be around when I'm raving" Jhin felt comfortable with this girl, but knew that the company was not relevant to him. At the beginning of this week, he was transferred to the closed palace, because the neighbors could not stand contact with his raving.

“What's going on with you? Did you indulge in something?” Ada obviously did not take him seriously.

“What is death in your opinion?” Jhin hesitantly went toward his bed. Everything inside was cracking at the seams.

“Death is the end” came a sonorous voice from behind.

“The end of what?”

“Of the game, I think” Ada glanced at her strange neighbor, but Jhin was already asleep.

The girl did not leave Jhin alone in the palace. Jhin was not even sure if she could leave. But he found her bed a couple of meters away from himself.

Most of the time, Jhin was groaning, twisted in his dreams and kept mumbling about the things which must meet him.

At one of these moments, Ada, looking thoughtfully at the window, caught Jhin sitting with wide-open eyes staring at her direction.

“You’re awake” the girl said hesitantly. “Do not scare me with your bizarre look.”

“I cannot see you, Ada” Jhin did not take his eyes off her.

“Are you getting blind? I'll call the doctor,” Ada tried to lift her body from the bed, “I already called an hour ago when you nearly fell out of the bed, but they do not worry much about us, I think”

“No need to call them. They hear us and see us. And I see them. But I do not see you, Ada” Jhin began to shiver, which alarmed the girl. He gave Jhin her trembling hand.

“Hush, hush. Well, you saw my performances, did not you? This is me. You do not need to see me, I can sing to you about myself,” saying this, Ada pulled a flute from her pillow.

A familiar tune echoed under the high roof, awakening a strange feelings of warmth and peace inside of Jhin.

A simple tune of five notes.

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Doctors came to them less and less frequently, as if frightened of contact with an unknown disease and throwing suspicious looks at Ada. She knew that they were not telling something, therefore she understood that she was the only one who could look after the tormented Jhin.

Surprisingly, the uncomplicated tune of her flute was calming the raging sanity of Jhin. And when he woke up from his nightmares and could not remember where he, seeing nothing in front of him, Ada gave her hand to him.

“Count my finger fingers,” Ada relaxed palm in his hands, “Count it out loud!”

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” Jean frantically spoke the words, fingering the long, thin fingers of the soft palm.

“What's my name?” Ada looked at the pale face of the young man, who was slowly calming down.

“Ada. Your name is Ada. And I'm Jhin” said the young man, gently releasing the girl's hand.

“That's right, Jhin,” the actress laughed, “Just like a magical Jinn!”

“A magical Jinn?”

“Well, in fairy tales it's a spirit imprisoned in some lamp or a vessel, which fulfills the wishes of the one who freed him” Ada was energetically braiding her silky hair. “A perfumed spirit? People lock demons, not kind spirits” dark shroud faded from Jhin’s eyes, as far as he was communicating with the girl. “No one knows why Jinn is imprisoned. But I imagine him as a golden and kind spirit, helping all who finds a way to him.” “Don’t you know if Master Kusho has arrived to the town?” Jhin knew that no one answered his letter, and he was not sure whether he sent the bird. “I have not heard about that. Should he come for you?” “Forget about it” Jhin did not understand anything.He put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Jhin woke up from the cold. Looking around, he found Ada sitting on the couch in the light of the night lamps. The scar on her face was completely pale, her eyes were glittering strangely.

“You look sick” Jhin looked at the palled Ada. She was stripped down to a light tunic, all her clothes were dumped on his sleeping body. He was fevered this night.

“What would be your wish? What would you ask the Jinn for? “Ada missed his words, in her manner. She was looking into nowhere straight in front of her.

“If I would free the spirit?” Jhin was hesitating with an answer.

“I would like to travel around Runterra, visit all the cities and capitals. And find the answers.”

“But why do you need a magic spirit for this? You're free to go anywhere, when you’ll get well.”

Ada was clearly unhappy with his dream, which seemed to Jhin pretty charming and romantic till that very moment.

“Many things must meet me. I am waiting for them.”

“Waiting for what?” asked Ada.

“Kindred” Jhin faltered, understanding what he said.

“Kindred?” Ada gave him a dazed but glaring look, “Are you waiting for the death?!”

Jhin noticed how thin she had become in those days.

“I hear their whisper, they follow me, Ada” Jhin tried to get up.

“Then I will sing to you. Sing and play the flute, so you won’t hear them, and they won’t hear you.” A spasm ran through Ada's voice, her body shuddered.

Ada was crying quietly, her head bent to her knees.

“They drove our troupe out of the village” Ada's voice rustled like a leaf in the wind. “I did not want to leave and forced other guys to stay. Those night, a few people,” Ada’s voice shuddered, “These people came to break our hands and feet…”

Emotions of bitterness and despair flooded the girl, causing her fragile shoulders to shaking with every sigh.

“I did my best to support and feed homeless guys, as the oldest one. There is no one else to take care of them. For all this years we were trying to find a safe place to live. You do not know what people of the southern mountains did to us, did to me... "Ada looked into Jhin's eyes. “They might be gone without me”

Jhin did not know what to say. Ada’s words cut his heart, causing regrets and anger in him.

“Nonetheless, I didn’t lose hope, did not lose my dream. Falling asleep, I am dreaming of a public chanting my name:

« THE GREAT ADA»! So they will call me, applauding!” Ada clenched her shaking fists, a smile appeared on her wet cheeks.

“To show myself without words, so people can see not the disfigured face, but my soul and beauty, which I see!” Ada sank into bed, curled back against Jhin.

"My dream is to express all my pain, sorrow and hope through art. That's why I did not stop performing, even when no one was watching” the girl whispered.

"So why do you think you can drag yourself here, lie down and wait for death?" Ada's words rattled like lead in Jhin's head. “You will live, and go to your dream. You understood? Or a cripple like me must drug you around the whole Runterra on my hump?”

But Jhin could barely hear the girl. Darkness and cold covered him with a shroud, and a wolf howl wailed in his head.

"Wolf. Run, Ada" Jhin fell into oblivion.

Jhin found himself sitting on the couch with pain in his chest and eyes wide open.

A huge silhouette of a black wolf stood right in front of him. Lamb was here too.

Kindred.

“You came for me” Jhin was barely breathing, fighting with emotions and increasing interest. The energy began to return to his exhausted body.

“I knew that we must meet here”

“He talks a lot” the wolf snarled, making a few steps towards Jhin.

“No, dear wolf, it's not time yet,” Lamb said thoughtfully, staring at Jhin, “We really are destined to meet here, but not with you” Lamb nodded to the side.

There, on a low couch, still curled up, was lying a motionless body. A girl whose name escaped from Jhin’s memory. He must remember. He cannot lose her name.“Ada. Ada. Ada” He began to count down to five, but to no avail. Thoughts swarmed as flocks of flies, emotions rolled like avalanches.Throwing off amulti-layered blanket, Jhin got on his feet, staggering. “All in vain?” Jhin walked barefoot to Kindred. “All in vain, boy,” said Lamb softly, “You, people, think of yourself as heroes and gods, but in fact, you are just vessel of the fulfillment of another's will” “You will never understand” Wolf grinned, clawing the floor. Jhin stepped towards the Wolf and stared at his eyes. “Yes, people are not allowed to understand everything," he said, not taking his eyes off the ravenous eyes, “But, today I realized something important” Jhin turned his head to Lamb. “Even Death, the origin and the end of everything, consists of Two” Jhin's voice rose to the ceiling of the hospital, bouncing off the walls. “And that means that even Death can be divided. You are not more than a slave of someone’s will too” Jhin’s eyes lit up with a yellow flame. A strom of emotions and sensations raged inside of him. Each breath filled him with surrounding energy. It's time for him to go.

“Is the human threatening us, Lamb?” Wolf was watching in perplexity how Jhin’s leaving the room.

“I do not know, dear Wolf. Can he?” Lamb looked at the body of the lying girl and made a couple of steps after Jhin.

“What's your name?” Lamb asked towards his back.

Jhin turned his head and looked at Kindred dispassionately.

“My name is Khada Jhin. And I will tear off all the masks.”

Greetings!

Thank you all who come here to spend some time reading my short fan lore's perspective!

Especially, I want to thank Riot games for giving us such and amazing game universe with the detailed storylines and complex characters.

Additionally, I want to thank the narrative creator Odin 'WAAAARGHbobo' Austin Shafe for the Jhin we've got!

Also, thanks to amazing "IkeepitTaco" for being the most loyal and entertaining Jhin player I have ever seen.

P.S.

Keep in mind that the story outlined above is just a primary frame of my perspective of Jhin's past traumas and recent pshycho motives.

We all love to imagine and create concepts as love League of Legends <3

P.P.S

I REALLY apologize for my poor English and possible grammatical mistakes!

English is not my native language.

Hope it won't bother your reading and perceiving the story!