He couldn't believe it. The irony bordered on insane.

He had finally gotten everything he wanted. The master position in the dojo, the title of general on the field, the girl of his dreams -- after sucking in his gut and finally proposing -- and the best damn steed a man could want.

All throughout that, he had kept his hair long; not out of vanity as most would have wrongly guessed but to keep the pact with his blood brother. They had agreed to grow their hair long as a sign of freedom and strength, defying the current fashion of men with hair neatly cut short. It was a rebellious action, but one that kept him going on his path to success.

And after all that, the fact that his inspiration would also be his downfall was the epitome of bad humour.

He couldn't help but sigh as he watched the times pass by from the clouds above. His lady-love had joined him several decades back, having never married while she was still alive. He couldn't help but feel slightly bittersweet at the thought. She had given up her chance at happiness and family, yet she had done so to honour his memory. Either way, it was a moot point now. They had had a joyful reunion in the afterlife.

Letting out a grunt, he frowned as he continued to watch the living down below, occassionally reminiscing of previous times. It was amazing how much had changed. From the times of warlords and swords surrounded by wooden homes, to handguns and democrats in cement buildings; he couldn't help but feel wistful for his home period.

Remembering the fateful day on the battlefield that was his last day on earth, he crossed his arms in an effort to curb his embarrassment. Truly, it was unfounded for such a thing to bring down a man, much less a warrior.

Oh, how he envied the men of the current times. No need to worry about enemies or assasins, of succeeding his master in fighting or coming back alive from the field.

Most of all, he envied the availability of hairspray.

He couldn't stand it any longer. A dark blush crept across his cheeks at the memory of his last battle. The shouts of agony, the showdown between two generals, the sparks of metal against metal, and then the mass of hair blown against his eyes by an unforunate wind followed by the sharp pain of his opponent's balde.

Oh, the shame of his defeat factored solely by his own long hair! Ugh...

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Ahahaha! Ahahahhahah! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Yes, I'm slightly hysterical, but then, I finally finished the Zhou Yu games! Muahahahahahahahahha! Eat my dust, you evil little enemies!

Have any of you ever wondered how those "characters" could fight with perfectly straight hair, giant fans or, worse yet, cockroach like feathers sticking out of some crazed headpiece?