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Liu Association's crest is a spark of flame.
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Most ignorant laymen believe that it symbolizes the shape of flames bursting forth from our fists and feet…
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But they're wrong.
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The flames are but byproducts of the weapons crafted and supplied to us by workshops. They're hardly fit to represent the true spirit of Liu.
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The core value of Liu that I've learned through my time here is that we scorch and burn everything to ashes.
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That we should always be ready to burn even our hearts and bodies like the very flames. That is how I've come to understand it.
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Most Fixers are always looking for all kinds of ways to gain power.
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Minor augmentation procedures, unsightly and pointless enhancement tattoos… pouring every bit of Ahn they make into those useless things just to survive in the City.
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How pointless of an endeavor it is. Such things are not the factors deciding who lives and who dies in a battle.
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Augmented body in lieu of the experienced mind to properly use them is no different from an automated training dummy.
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In other words… experience built up through endless training is an augmentation unique only to yourself, something that cannot be bought simply by shelling out money.
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… Of course, expensive weaponry and a augmented body would certainly aid me in my quest for strength.
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But I don't like having everything handed to me on a silver platter like that.
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Doesn't the idea of martial arts and experience honed to their extremes, to the point of becoming weapons on their own, set your heart on fire?
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To train is to carve the shape of my strength, to endlessly feed the flames of self-improvement.
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And…
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… sometimes, I get the chance to taste the fruits of my labor. To prove to myself that it has been worth it.
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Flame burns from my fist. What a sensual production this is.
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But it's nothing but garnish, a side dish, or seasoning supplementing the main dish.
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What I truly appreciate is how much deeper my knife-hand penetrates my foes.
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How much more powerful the speed and weight behind my strikes have become.
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I measure them by fighting these moving flesh dummies.
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And I begin to understand, that…
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My fiery blaze of training burns still.
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And that it's burning up every 'training dummy' that dares to get anywhere near me without preparation.
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I've heard some refer to the Liu Association as nothing more than a 'big group of foodies'…
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Haah… if I'm being honest, I abhor even being mentioned in the same breath as those fools.
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Don't talk about me like I'm one of them. While they were wasting their weekends away on their 'gastro-adventures', I studied and honed myself.
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World of the Liu Association Southern Branch Identity Stories
