A Will of Iron, and a Fist of Steel

Resolve That Never Wavers
Through mountains and cities, he had traveled, searching for the ultimate adversary to test out his strength. A young Quincy, no more than eighteen at best, born straight from rural China and raised to find both strength and harmony through conflict. He had learned to live and die by the fist, using it not only to rise in status, but to merely exist. However, he who is brought up in the way of martial arts is only at his strongest when he is at peace, and as young as he was, he was never at peace.

From his family members, to his own masters, Cang Du beat his way to the top of his Clan, but even this was not enough. As he heard that the father of all Quincy, Yhwach, had returned to the living, it became his mission to find him; perhaps his greatest ancestor could provide him with the peace that he desired. His skill greatly impressed Yhwach, and was gifted with a most fitting power: he could turn his skin into the strongest of steal, to make him an even more potent and deadly fighter, but even in the service of his Lord, he couldn't find any peace with the challenges that they provided him; he needed something more.

And so he traveled throughout the World of the Living, seeking the strongest of foes, but alas, he could find none. The more fighters he defeated, the stronger his arrogance grew. "Could I achieve peace through this?" he would think to himself as he continued his endless trek throughout the world. "Is there truly no fighter out there capable of overcoming my strength?"

And then, a revelation came to his mind: if the plane of mortals could not provide him with the peace that he sought, then perhaps the realm of his kind's mortal enemy, the Shinigami, could.

He moved through the Rukongai with a face of sheer determination, blowing through the various thugs and gangs that would have the courage to stand in his path. He could feel something far greater than himself, a warrior of unparalleled strength and wisdom, the Shiroyasha. Above all else, he desired to find this "White Demon", and challenge him as the ultimate test of strength. Should he prevail, and defeat the most powerful of martial artists in existence, he would truly find peace.

And so he found the gates to the famed Kawahiru Dojang, glaring up at their large size with apprehension, but determination. "Shiroyasha, I challenge you!" he shouted as loud as he could without damaging his lungs. "Open these gates, and let me see for myself if these tales of your might are true! Show me why you are so feared!"