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redeemed yasuo

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1. Yasuo returns to Ionia with Riven in tow, their mutual guilt over everything that’s happened guiding them back to his homeland. The plan--and she, hating herself and what Noxus made her do, agrees--is to go to the remaining Elders, explain what happened that day on the battlefield, and let Riven know Ionian justice. (It’s only right, after all the Ionian blood she’s spilt.) Yasuo, in turn, has every intention of going back to Yone’s gravesite and plunging his tanto into his gut, his mission fulfilled.
2. Instead, however, he is made to watch the trial. Made to watch the verdict. Made to watch a woman he doesn’t know march of her own volition into a dark cell for gods know how long. A part of him feels unfulfilled. He ignores it.
3. The council turns and absolves him of the crimes for which he has been on the run so long. He is allowed, to his eternal shock, to live again.
4. Karma, of all people, becomes his daimyo. No petty nobleman, no lesser politician. He suspects it’s her way of convincing the populace that he’s trustworthy. (It is. And, bafflingly enough, it works.)
5. He feels, in a strange way, that he has been denied. So long he’d roamed, so long he’d spent thinking about his own death that it felt almost like a memory, and now, now suddenly he isn’t allowed it.
6. He can’t be too bitter, though. Karma is a good master--probably the best he could have hoped for.

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1. Yasuo and Yone meet. They fight. After what feels like hours of combat, Yone plunges his blade into his little brother’s heart, tears streaking down his bloodied face.Yasuo utters three final words to him. I understand, brother.
2. Yone spends the whole night digging out a shallow grave. The sun has begun to peek over the edge of the horizon as the last of the dirt covers Yasuo’s still body. The broad branches of a cherry tree offer shade to Yasuo’s last resting place.
3. Yone is tired, he is tired and half-dead and he doesn’t think, he doesn’t take the time to take a kannushi to his brother’s grave when he limps to the nearest town, doesn’t think to give him a true funeral. He simply wants this done with.
4. When Yasuo awakens, he doesn’t understand--not at first. He doesn’t understand why everything is so dark, why his body feels so light and cold and why his hand moves through the scorched trees as if it were air. He walk-floats for an hour before the realization hits him, cuts him to the core just like the steel of Yone’s blade.When he realizes he is dead, it takes him only a moment to figure out why he came back. He will not spend an eternity wallowing in the shame of his own failure.
5. The other denizens of the Isles are hardly keen on letting a fresh soul slip from their fleshless fingers, and so, knowing he has all the time in the world, Yasuo creeps back into the dark and bides his time. 
6. When the Harrowing comes, Yasuo clings to the land, he sinks into the earth and he does not let go until he is absolutely sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that the others have returned to the Isles. He is a shade, a whisper of cold air on the skin of the living. He moves more like the air than he ever did while alive, a chill across the land as he listens and learns.
7. The problem, he realizes when he finds the killer, is that he is without corporeal form. He can’t kill her. He can’t so much as touch her--and gods, gods, he wants nothing more than to wrap his fingers around her throat and squeeze--and so all that’s left to do...
8. ...is show himself. In the dead of night, because being undead is a package deal with a flair for the melodramatic. Yasuo stands over her bed, and he explains her sins. He shows her the faint glow of the gash in his chest that marks where Yone’s blade plunged through.
9. When he knows that she understands, he leaves. There’s little else he can do.

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1. When Noxus invades, they come with intel on the sword school--it’s a place rich with talent, with fighters. Hundreds of troops storm the place, and the students--some as young as four years old--are helpless to fight back. Yasuo tries, and he kills a score of the bastards, and he’s about to kill more when he takes a harsh blow to the back of the head.
2. He wakes up in the tent of a commanding officer, stared down by the general, one of his shock troopers, and a pair of vibrant green eyes that won’t meet his no matter how accusingly he glares. The general produces a vial of liquid that smokes green, and it tastes like bile as it forces its way down his throat.
3. He wakes up again in a cell, pitch-black and cold. He’s unbound, and he thrashes, fighting to escape. His hands bruise and bleed on the stone walls, his throat turns raw from screaming--for help, for the cowards to come face him like men, for someone to simply acknowledge they’re there. No one does.
4. Three days. Three days without food. Three days with only the rainwater trickling down through a brass drainpipe into his cotton-dry mouth. Three days, and the iron door opens. Light spills through, blinding him, and he lunges for anyone who stands in the way. He barely makes it a step before he collapses.
5. Three weeks. Three weeks with the finest inquisitors Noxus has to offer. Three weeks with their best liars and manipulators. He fractures, but he does not break. Word of Yasuo’s existence reaches to high places indeed.Two hours with a demon is all it takes for him to shatter.
6. Noxus pushes back into Ionia again. Blood stains the soil, seeping deep, deep into the earth. Whispers spread across the land of a monster in human skin, whose blade is only sated by human gore, who commands the wind itself. 
7. Ionia loses the war.