TALES OF RUNETERRA: IONIAN
Jhin - I ODIN AUSTIN SHAFER

The best type of gold forged with black steel symbolizes pride and confidence. The shape is not too beautiful and beautiful. Just like most, but this one is well made. The gun looks ordinary. But for sure they have made sure that the weapon held by Jhin is the result of the best work ever.

It took a long time to modify his rifle. But what does best work mean without the best polish? The best weapon for this Jhin as if making the action of the old Jhin with his sword will look ordinary.

Turning his sword skill into a skill using a weapon did not take long. The gun can fire 4 shots, each of which has a different chemical effect. Shortly after he understood the mechanics of his weapon, he began to make his bullets enveloped by magic power. Each bullet shot would feel like the Lassian swords of the priests. Every bullet is a work. The whole town has seen it. And of course Jhin has satisfied his new master.

Jhin hides his rifle under his cloak in front of a small child.

“Now if I can get that mask toy” asked the little boy, while referring to the other 4 masks that are in the Jhin shopping cart.

“You did what I asked you to do?”

The child nodded.

“Good. We can start.” Jhin stopped for a while to look at the child's face. His face was round and so symmetrical. Then he made a mask that was the right size on his face.

Jhin got up and looked towards the city. This show of Jhin's return will be very interesting, but there are still many things to do. Finding Grandmaster Raikkon's son is just a side mission.

II

A large plate of meat served on the table, the aroma approached Shen. But he didn't even move his spoon. His servant could only nod away leaving Shen and then going to the kitchen. All of these dishes did not influence Shen to eat them at all. His heart was focused on one thing. Patience.

Shen decided to stay at the White Cliff’s Inn. The place is so simple and comfortable. The interior is colored by well-hewn wood. The candle on his desk feels wrong.

Shen walked away from his dining table, grabbing a knife from under his cloak.

“Murid my father this one is so silent as a pregnant worax,” Shen said.

Alone and dressed as a soldier, Zes entered the inn. Passed the waiter and sat three benches from Shen. He was sitting so far away from Shen. It felt as if Shen wanted to finish off Zed. Revenge of his father. But that was not the path Shen sang the eye of twilight chose. He breathed as hard as he could. The distance might feel far away, but if he wanted to move, the distance would only be one inch.

Shen stared at Zed, expecting something to come from his face. But Zed only let out a long breath. His skin was pale and darkness emanated from his eyes.

“Five years I waited,” Shen said.

“Did I underestimate all this distance?” ask Zed.

“Even if my head is cut off, I will still be able to attack you,” Shen replied by standing pushing the chair against the wall. Zed was ten feet in front of him.

“Your path is the same as mine. What your father looked up to was a weakness. Ionia can't count on that,” Zed said. He leaned back in his chair, making the distance between the two of them even further. “I know it won't make you understand. But I want to offer myself to you for revenge.”

“I'm not here for revenge. You've upset the balance. That's why I deserve to finish,” Shen replied with emotion.

“The Golden Demon has escaped,” Zed replied.

“Cannot.” But deep in his heart Shen felt darkness envelop his heart.

“The thing your father used to be proud of, now where is the forgiveness he used to give?” Zed shook his head. “You know what you're supposed to do.” The two approached, just at the distance where Shen would be able to finish off Zed.

“And you know that we are two people who are able to stop it,” welcome Zed offer a solution.

Shen still remembers when he first saw the body killed by Gaddafi Jhin. Skin creeps. Only his father was strong enough to forgive those who did so. Something he agreed with and Zed rejected outright.

Now the monster has returned.

Shen placed his sword on the table. He looked towards the soup that was in front of him. It looked good with meat floating on it, but he wasn't even hungry anymore.

III

Jhin realized how he looked. Usually he is never afraid to show things about himself that others think look disgusting, but today is a big day.

He walked while whistling. His whistles were like those who set out before work in the early spring. His whistling sound was colored by the friction of a metal disk that sounded attached to him. Give birth to a rhythm that is unique enough to be heard by people around him.

Everything is installed. The boy had put up a decoration on a tree in the middle of the city with white paper on it.

Jhin saw a lot of workers who helped prepare for this event. They just finished arranging the entire structure of the building in the city center. The locals are getting ready to celebrate the festival they have been waiting for.

In the midst of the crowd that was going on, a woman dressed in elegant pink clothes found Jhin who was with the child earlier. He raised his forehead.

“Kimmo,” call the woman.

“Look, I already told you that my mother will be wearing a pink dress,” said the child.

“Yes, you're right,” Jhin said while fixing the mask attached to cover his face.

“Kimmo!” said the woman earlier, this time she came closer.

“Why are you wearing that theater mask?” the boy asked, ignoring his crying mother.

“All touch of feeling is the key to an art. Now, on this unforgettable day. Will people remember it? Will you remember your mother today? Jjy asked.

Put the mother in front of them.

“Kimmo, get away from him!” she was crying hysterically.

The Great Khada Jhin pulled his rifle from under his cloak. The first bullet he fired towards the woman's thigh, dropping her entire body onto the ground. He shouted and instantly his legs froze like they could not be moved.

The entire population and the workers soon looked to the source of the sound of crying coming from. The time feels right for Jhin. He fired his second shot at the woman's shoulder. Smoke came out from his gunshot scars.

Everyone was panicking and suddenly stunned after the third shot was heard being released. His voice was like a horror song in front of all who heard it. The woman sits on the ground with her child's body.

“Mother?” crying of the child.

Until finally the fourth shot was fired like a laser with very high power. As a result the field of land where the woman stood was now flooded with blood red. His face fell into the arms of the child.

People running.

Jhin took off the mask he had been wearing earlier and he dropped it on the ground. He walked towards the little boy by setting his foot on his mask earlier. A new mask came out from under his cloak.

“I've given you a very beautiful thing. Now he will never disappear from your memory,” he said.

Kimmo ran towards the crowd of people running around, looking for his father, Raikkon, a Grandmaster of the Archery School in Kinri Mountain. His clan had once dealt with the clan where Jhin worked. But Jhin does not need a detailed explanation to finish off people who have been considered enemies.

The Grandmaster stood with a body dyed with mud drops and also a puff of smoke. He was present at the right time. His skin is brownish.

People ran scattered in all directions, taking refuge in a safe place. While the arrow expert chased Jhin with an arrow that continued to be deflected by the wind.

Jhin once managed to hold the arrow with his rifle. He changed his rifle to a gun.

This rifle is better than a sword. Jhin saw the child running away in the crowd towards Raikkon. Raikkon saw a spacious room with a red puddle at the center.

And that was the thing Raikkon could see before he died.

Yeah, this show is gonna be really exciting.

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