Everyone living here has a sword, and you need a sword to
survive in this wilderness. For years you knew something was wrong
with your fighting skills, but one day you suddenly realise that
your sword just wasnt properly made. (it's majorly crooked, not
crooked like a blade but more like a grass).
This means that whatever swordskill in the past you learnt is made
void. You wish time would stop so that you dont have to travel
through this jungle any further, not at least until you sort out
what to do. Get a new sword? Resources are scarce and everyone is
registered with their very own sword when they are born. Learn to
wield this special weapon? Time doesnt stop for you. Knowing that
your sword is wrong you dont even bother with your previously
learned swordskills anymore. You just clumsily weild your sword
like a club. You trudge through the jungle with the rest. Others
see that you are being weird but do not see that your sword and
your swordskills are incompatible. You tell them your sword is
crooked, but they say it doesnt matter. Yes, it doesnt matter, but
you can only be a subpar fighter unless you have time to create a
new set of swordskills. Do you want to be a subpar fighter? You
still have an entire forest of beasts to battle. And the further
into the jungle, the harder they are to kill.
Smart alecks think they can read little signs and synthoms and
figure everything out. Ranging from all sorts of things like ji
jiang fa thinking your ego would sort things out, putting you in a
life and death situation thinking your will to survive will make
you fight hard (still subpar anyway), going through your swordskill
basics again, but to you their efforts are futile, and you even
laugh at their foolishness. You thank in your heart the ones wise
enough not to place any judgements first though.
Another group of smart alecks gather up and start speculating and
come up with all sorts of theories. Then rumours start to spread,
and people take these rumours as gospel truths and use them on you.
Without even mentioning the rumours they heard.
So with a dead heart you tag along with the rest further and
further into this jungle, and people begin to realise that you're
not really doing anything to help the group. Soon people treat you
like dirt because you're useless to the group.
After like a few years of gritting it through, you finally created
and mastered a new set of swordskill suitable for this weapon of
yours. However, things will never be the same again. In people's
minds, you are still that kid who noobs up everything, doesnt care
about improving your fighting abilities. Major tasks will never be
assigned to you again. Unless you show your newfound skills to
them. But how? Fight one of them? That'll make you evil. Spar
without injuring? Lame (lame means weak in results). The only
option now is to seek a new group of companions. Companions not
tainted by concepts created by the previous batch. And if your
previous batch decides to kaypo and start spreading rumours into
whatever new group you find, then your only option now is to
slaughter...
