Qiuyuan

He is a calm, resilient, and extremely upright swordsman who wanders alone in Huanglong, his journey is to seek mastery of swordsmanship.

He is a tall and thin swordsman, with long black hair streaked with silver, usually tied with a green ribbon, sharp gray eyes that exude a calm look.

He wears black pants, a white jacket that has faded to black and is quite torn, inside is a white shirt and another black turtleneck underneath.His white eyes were blind so he couldn't see anything

Empathy, resilience, and musical talent, Thoma excels in understanding others' emotions, overcoming adversity, and mastering various musical instruments. He loves to drink alcohol.

He came to know the world through his ears, not his eyes. The weary sighs of his parents, the whispers of wind coming from Chongzhou's hollow bamboos, the clash of blades, the drop of his master's blood, the furious cries of his foes... And then, in Mingting, he heard light, but also the shadows lurking beneath it. He heard the greedy begging for mercy. He heard schemes snarled with lies. He heard resentment and hope spoken in another kind of voice. He cannot see, yet he hears all things clearly and inevitably. They are already there before the sounds ever reach him, as natural as iron becoming a sword, jade slumbering within stone, or music waiting in the heart of a bamboo flute.

A token of Mingting's Internal Security Agency that Qiuyuan always carries. It should have been confiscated along with his uniform after he left the service, yet someone within Mingting ensured he kept it. "…I hereby entrust this to you. Let all officials of every state know: whoever bears this token carries my presence."

A bamboo flask Qiuyuan often carries, crafted from black bamboo native to Chongzhou. Its natural fragrance has long faded, replaced by the lingering scent of the medicinal decoction it always contains. When Qiuyuan once teetered on the brink of death, a doctor from Chongzhou saved him with a potent regimen. While he recovered, his Forte did not, though it can be temporarily restored to full strength with the decoction in this flask. Yet even this power serves only as an embellishment to the already refined swordplay he takes pride in.

Five years had passed since he had escaped Mingting and became a wanted fugitive across the six cities.

While Mingting remained unchanged—bustling and prosperous, his own clothes had grown tattered, worn by the dust and frost of the endless journey across Huanglong. Minister Lin from the Ministry of Sentinel Affairs had fallen ill and retired. The young man who had survived his blade became a general guarding the border, but even he had fallen to the madness of the Threnodian.

His master had taught him when to draw the sword and when to sheath it. Yet when he held back, everything had plunged into the abyss.

The doctor once said that a sword could both kill and save. Yet he had failed to save the one he wished to.

Fate twisted relentlessly. Everything had changed, yet somehow, nothing really changed. He still had not found the one who killed Grandmaster Liang. But he had never stopped seeking the truth.

If Minister Lin had not sent word of a lead from the Grand Marshal, the head of the Ministry of War, he might never have dared return to Mingting.

"You've come."

Through the torrential rain, a straw-hatted figure emerged from the shadow of the bridge, face hidden.

"Scar, the Fractsidus Overseer, escaped from Jinzhou's prison not long ago. Intel places him near Septimont City in Rinascita. He's a wanted criminal of Jinzhou and of Huanglong. He must be captured." "…So this reminds you of me?" "You were the key to Dongyuan's case, and Geshu Lin is the key to your case. Since Jinzhou's Threnodian is what brought Geshu Lin down… Follow the thread, and you may learn why Dongyuan gave you that order, and... perhaps discover the true culprit. Everything on Fractsidus and Rinascita's Threnodian is in this dossier. Take this letter with my seal and start with Jinzhou. Your niece, the Magistrate's Bodyguard, is there. Find out how Scar escaped, then head east to Rinascita."

Qiuyuan rarely saw this distant niece, let alone spoke to her, given the long distances between

Shackles clattered in the prison cell.

Qiuyuan sat within, no different from the corrupt officials and rogues he had once cast into jail.

"Open the gate." "B-but, Minister Lin, the execution is about to begin—" "Open it."

The bars groaned as the cell gate slid open. A man stepped inside, bringing with him the faint aroma of food and wine.

"What now? You here to supervise the Ministry of Sentinel Affairs?" "Forgive me, Minister... I'm only carrying out my duty." "Very well. Then you must know that the Ministry of Sentinel Affairs is required to question every felon before their execution. Now, I must also fulfill my duty. Leave. All of you." "As you command…" "And lock the gate. I will summon you when I am done."

Hurried footsteps faded, leaving only the two of them within the cell.

"The execution is supposed to begin at noon, the forty-fifth minute. You're an hour and a half early." "…Are you here to see me off, Master Lin?" "First, drink this. A toast to his memory."

Qiuyuan rose slowly, the heavy chains dragging against the ground. He took the cup, but instead of drinking, poured the wine onto the ground—a libation for the dead.

"Sigh… Only you were there when Dongyuan met his wretched end. This is such a dire case that even the top brass are watching. With no trace left by the true culprit, the Justice Commission had no choice but to scapegoat you." "I could not save Grandmaster Liang. That failure is mine alone." "Do you still recall the fiend who… peeled themselves from Dongyuan's body?" "I'll never forget their frequency, even if they were reduced to ashes." "The Ministry scoured every record, but nowhere was there mention of a Resonator who could take on another's form and body." "…I cannot say if some fragment of Grandmaster Liang still lingered in that moment." "Perhaps Dongyuan was no longer himself when he sent you on that case in Jinzhou. A man so righteous would have never ordered the pursuit of a minor official who only killed Tacet Discords to

"Hah… all that strength wasted in the wilderness. How will you answer the lives that fell beneath your blade?" "You've got the wrong man. Doctor, another patient is here."

Qiuyuan ignored the older man and kept tending firewood under the stove. At first, the man had merely come by to exchange idle words with Doctor Zhang. Later, he began appearing more often, spouting riddles and nonsense.

This time, though, he suddenly hurled a fist-sized iron weight at Qiuyuan. Instinct took over. Qiuyuan raised his hand and caught it against his brow without flinching.

"You're the Doctor's friend. Why treat me so?" "You should recognize what you're holding."

The beast's head, forged from the finest steel, radiated a chill that ran down the spine. Yes, there was no mistaking it.

"The Internal Security Agency… are you here to arrest me?" "If you are a wanted man, I wouldn't be the one to catch you. You've left behind a trail of death. Normally, the Justice Commission would prosecute your crimes." "Then let them do it." "...Do you truly wish to die on the execution ground?" "Death comes either way. What difference does it make?" "It would be a waste of your strength." "…" "Blood debts are paid in blood. That is the natural order. Perhaps the noose is your end, but before then, you can at least make up for some of what you've done." "Come with me. I can't spare you from your death penalty, but I can promise you this—you won't rot in a cell, nor waste away on a sickbed." Qiuyuan knew the power of Mingting's ISA all too well. That iron head of the Qiongqi beast, bestowed by Huanglong's highest authority, embodies the Emperor's very presence. Wherever it appears, officials must bow low. Its envoys traverse the realm unfettered by any court, answering only to the throne, entrusted with only the gravest matters. Should they seek a man's life, not even death itself dares to intervene.

"You may wield a sword for yourself, sure, but you may also raise it for the greater good. Serve Min

"Lie still. Don't even think of moving."

A harsh voice reached Qiuyuan as he awoke, body aching, wounds bound. Yet within it lingered a gentleness so unlike the killing intent he had grown used to. It was then that the memory of how he came to be broken in the first place returned.

"I…" "You killed dozens with your bare hands. Not a creative way to beg for death, I'd say." "…I should be dead." "Many who live deserve to die, and many who died should have lived. Such is fate."

Regret tangled in vengeance had taught Qiuyuan when to sheathe the blade. But it couldn't cleanse the hatred he had carried for five long years. The flame that couldn't be quenched by the pouring rain from five years ago is still burning vividly in his mind, just like the old man who once stood before him among the fires, with a sword in his hand.

But there had been no rain when he left the mountain. Only liquor dripping down his face and a whispering sigh.

A hatred born of blood may only be washed away by blood in return. But what comes after? No one ever knows.

He was left with no reason to raise his sword. When his opponents' weapons struck, he simply stood and let them come...

"Heh… whether you deserve life or death, I cannot say," that voice murmured. "The choice lies with you alone."

And so, Qiuyuan laid aside his blade. With only a bamboo stick in hand, he idled outside the hut as decoctions simmered on the stove, spending his days picturing the patients who came, and the stubborn middle-aged man they called Doctor Zhang. For the first time in years, he enjoyed peace again. Since the day Doctor Zhang saved him, he could not "see" the bamboo forest of blades anymore—only pure, silent darkness, free of hatred and rage. There were sighs and tears, words of gratitude and joy, the scent of medicine, and the crackle of stove fire.

It was moments like these that made him realize he was no different from the ordinary.

"Here, take this flask. And my recipe too. You need three bowls of wa

"Every mountain stands as a trial. Pass this one, and you are free to take your own path. Fail… then this mountain shall keep what you have."

Those were the first words Qiuyuan heard from the old man five years ago, spoken in a hell of fire and blood. Words impossible to forget.

He called him Master, though he never knew his face. A white-bearded elder in rags, perhaps. The old man trained Qiuyuan relentlessly, taught him martial arts sharp enough to let him "see" the bamboo forest swaying in his mind.

Rumors about his master spread like mist. Some said he was the Sword Specter of Chongzhou, a butcher who left trails of corpses in his wake. Others whispered that he had once been Mingting's celebrated general, a conqueror of vast lands whose power nearly rivaled that of the Huanglong ruler, only to fade into solitude after a fall from grace. And there were those who claimed he was no more than a myth. After all, who could believe a mortal could slay a mountain of Tacet Discords with nothing but a bamboo stick?

But Qiuyuan believed. For five years, he enjoyed countless victories, but never once bested his master.

"You said the same words five years ago, Master." "Five years… gone in a blink."

Qiuyuan had been waiting for this day. Defeat this old man, and he could leave the bamboo forest, cross this mountain, and finally, surpass the one who had always won.

"I've taught you almost everything. But the last move, the most vital one, I'm still keeping for myself. Do you know what it is?" "I beg for your teachings, Master." "Then tell me, Qiuyuan, what does the bamboo forest show you?" "Leaves like spears. Stalks hiding dangers. Shadows upon shadows, like ghosts surrounding me." "So, the flame from five years ago is still burning in your heart." "Isn't it also burning your heart.... Sword Specter?" "It has been... many years since the last living soul called me by that name. Very well, I see you don't need more explanation. Now, come take the final move from me."

Former senior agent of Mingting's Internal Security Agency, he is swordsman of cool resilience and absolute integrity, wandering Huanglong alone and seeks not fame nor high office, but mastery of swordsmanship and a life guided by high morals.

Though enmity filled his younger days, loyalty defined his later years. However, scapegoated for a murder, he is now but a blind swordsman wandering the world alone.

Gender: Male Birthplace: Huanglong Affiliation: Mingting