บท 68: Nature's Love of Symmetry

Ryu's breath became peaceful, yet cyclones of visible wind entered his lips and nostrils before beaming outward in a strong stream. The more he thought about which path to take, the more confused he became.

First, there was his Grandma Kunan. She was an absolute master of the palm. It was rumored that she could blot out the skies with a single strike. The power she showed in crippling the Third Grand Elder wasn't even 5% of her true strength.

However, Ryu's Grandpa Kunan was a God of the Bow. Even during Ryu's lifetime, he would often hear stories about how he used to stand on the clouds like a God of the Skies, his blue hair whipping about violently as he passed judgement with a single pull of his bow string. His grandpa treasured his bow almost as much as his wife.