The movement was perceived and countered. As Yurei struck from the shadows, he slid aside and caught Chunyang's wrist in one hand and the tip of the blade between his index and middle fingers. The shift was imperceptible to the untrained eye. But to anyone with half a grain of training realized the level of skill involved in such a manuever. Complicated even further by the fact that he used the flat of Chunyang's blade to block Yurei's strike. As he blocked it, he lashed out with his foot, striking the Ulnar nerve in Yurei's wrist, causing her hand to involuntarily flex as the rest of the blow followed through and set the blade flying over his head to imbed itself in a stone pillar far above them.<br/><br/>Following through with his momentum, he did a backflip, his weight forcing Chunyang's arm to shift and in doing so, squeezed off blood flow as he pinched the same nerve he'd struck on Yurei's wrist. The blade dropped to the ground and dissolved in a flash of light.<br/><br/>As he landed, he forced Chunyang into Yurei. Both of whom were now off balance, one still midstrike while the other had had her center of gravity manipulated.<br/><br/>"Why am I resurrecting ghosts long past? Because you are not of the Clans. You are of a perversion of the Clans. Ideals that have been twisted and convoluted by the boundless corruption of humankind. The Clans were born to help protect humanity. You were the eyes, ears, and sometimes the fist that we utilized to steer humanity away from the debasement and gross conduct that it has descended to. But that all ended during World War II when someone summoned the Clan Leaders to Hiroshima. All seven died when the Nuclear Bomb "Little Boy" was dropped on Hiroshima. Since then we have been unable to get the Clans together to reinstate the union we had before."<br/><br/>Suddenly they shifted from the room they were in to a room quite familiar to Chunyang. It was the Main Building of her Clanhold. One where the three Master's held court. But things were off. The three Master's she knew knelt in front of a an ancient seemingly wizened old man whose aura bespoke a level of power that none of the Master's were capable of. But as they watched the scene play out, Jonothan's eyes softened as he looked at the old man. "I'm sorry I was not able to protect you, Hitsuguya. Had I known what was to happen that day I would have not permitted things to go the way they had."<br/><br/>As they watched, Hitsuguya spoke firmly with one of the Masters even going so far as to create a curling moving dragon out of light as it curled around him, prepared to strike. Living entities had always been something no Master had been capable of creating. Most were only able to create a lifelike replica, but unable to make them move properly. But the tension in the air was quickly shattered when in walked a beautiful young woman, who appeared to be a much younger version of Chunyang's mother.<br/><br/>"Grandfather! Why must I go to Korea? I don't want to marry." said the woman.<br/><br/>"Peace, my child. I have my reasons. We will discuss them in private." said the Elder as he waved off the three Masters. After they had left, he waited a moment before gently reaching out and patting the cushion beside him. "Times are changing, my child. I fear that my time is coming to a close. Our Masters have been trying to end this fruitless conflict that has engulfed the world. But humanity is changing almost too fast. The Council of Masters is not as wise or patient as it once was. They expect that the Kami should give of their power more freely to our people so that we might fight back more easily against the Westerners."<br/><br/>"But then they do not understand. Peace is the way. I want you to go to Korea. I have arranged a marriage for you to a suitable man. But you must do your best to stay away from the Clans. We devolve and the Kami are too distracted to fix things. Guard well against such change. Do what you may to help guide mankind. Such is our duty."