Tiamut's Grand Stadium, present day.
Master Ichiro stopped touching Kiernan's forehead and backed off a step.
"Thanks for reminding me. I had forgotten all about that."
Kiernan said with a scoff and walked straight through Master Ichiro, knowing that he wasn't actually here, and as expected, he phased right through him.
"And look where that took you. If you had just stayed with me, none of the tragedies you endured would've happened, and I would've made you the greatest offensive weapon in the history of humans!"
Master Ichiro said with a tone of disappointment.
"You would've held me back. You didn't understand the core principle of Iron Style, so why should I let you decide how my martial arts should be used?"
Kiernan tucked his hands inside his pockets and headed away, but Master Ichiro's fragment of memory followed him like a shadow.
