Setsuka

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Soul Calibur 3

Without any relatives, and her obviously non-native Japanese appearance, she was looked upon with disdain and fear ever since she was a young child. She gradually closed her heart to those around her and became a drifter at a young age.

She was eventually taken in by a man, and she grew up surrounded by his kindness. Although she was far from rich, he gave her all he could, including an expensive long-sleeved kimono. He also gave her the name, Setsuka-Snow Flower. Setsuka's caretaker worked in the region as a bodyguard, and he taught her the battou technique he used to protect his patrons -- the art of fighting from the draw.

One day, the man entrusted a letter to her. The letter's destination was far away, and it took her many months to travel there and back. Upon her return, she was shocked to find the name lying on the floor, grievously injured. Although he would not tell her what happened, she had no doubt that it was a result of a duel. Despite the wounds, the man tried to behave as he always had, but Setsuka could not hide her sadness and concern. His lessons, however, grew overmore strict and demanding. On the other hand, he showered her with overwhelming love, something she had never experienced until then. Her feelings towards him grew into something beyond mere fondness or reverence. It would not be until she visited his grave years later that Setsuka would come to recognize the true nature of the feelings that had taken hold in her heart.

Visiting his grave, she recalled the words he had spoken to her on his deathbed.

"Do not think about vengeance. That fight was one of the most exciting moments of my life. I want you to live freely and carry on the techniques I taught you."

The burning hatred welled up within Setsuka when her master revealed the name of the fateful opponent, Heishiro Mitsurugi. It also made her realize what it meant to truly love someone.

Although her master did not with it, she chose to avenge his death. She had few clues to go on, but she was sure that if she tracked down a warrior named Nightmare, she would eventually find Mitsurugi.

Armed with an oilpaper umbrella containing a concealed blade and wearing the kimono that her teacher had left to her, her appearance was that of a beautiful goddess of war dressed in bewitching robes of mourning.

Soul Calibur 4

Setsuka crossed the sea to the continent on the other side. With surprisingly little difficulty, she picked up on the trail of her master's killer, Heishiro Mitsurugi. It seemed the man had left stories in literally every single town he passed through, and now he was making his way west for a showdown with Nightmare, just as he had years before.

But one thing displeased Setsuka. Those whom she told of her quest for vengeance all told her the same thing. "Give it up! You're no match for that man." Indeed, the rumours surrounding Mitsurugi defied reason. Not only had he never lost a duel, but in wartime, he would offer his services as a mercenary, deliberately joining outnumbered forces in order to face as many foes as possible.

"No matter," Setsuka thought. If Mitsurugi was looking for strong opponents, all the better for her; she would happily rise to the challenge. If one thing still made her uneasy, it was that she would have to surpass her master to overcome Mitsurugi. The blade that was her master's legacy always found its target; she felt confident in that. But had she surpassed him? Setsuka could never know that for sure.

"Then I must become stronger," she thought.

And so she did. By putting faith in herself, Setsuka was putting faith in her master as well, and gradually her cloudless conviction translated into peerless skill with a blade. Each slash took her a step closer to the divine speed her aster must have once sought.