A rift in space and time erupts amoung one of the many mountains. Through its maw one could see the undeniable untruths of the universe in color before becoming hopelessly brain dead. And through it walked a single man in unrecognizable gear. His warplate is painted an absolute black that seems to seep away the light around it. It is also inlaid with a red crystals that glow bright red like fire. He does not wear a helm instead his face is that of an avenging angel, his hair fashioned into a wild vibrant red mane. Across his back a cape made from the pelt of a massive black wolf. His weapon of choice long forgotten and given a valuable replacement. The chain ax was inscribed with runes that shifted as they were looked upon and hard to gaze at with mortal eyes. Its edes flickered with an unnatural fire. He was here before and he came in search of his mentor to settle the age old question of the ancient Dojo. "Who is the better"