Disappointment: The Fifth Belt

You got what you wanted: the Order of the Heavenly Sword won the tournament over Clan Dizir, despite all their tricks, the combined forces, and the deal with the elders of Gаra. You even did more—you handed Dizir a poisoned prize, the City of a Thousand Floors.

But you, champion of the tournament, leader of the Warriors of the Order of the Heavenly Sword, did not become a tax burden for the Empire as it was supposed to. The Nameless Boundary Guard decided to hide you, to shelter you.

He ordered you to live for fifty years without standing out, without drawing attention, and not to bring trouble to the keepers of the Prison Belts. Funny.

The winner Mada, the Sand Beast, the Butcher, the Imperian, the Champion—who took every step toward Heaven differently than everyone around him wanted—should sit quietly for fifty years?

You even tried to follow the Nameless Guard’s request, realizing the key thing: the Empire you were desperate to break into from the very Zero isn’t at all what the rock-collector dreamed about. It’s nothing but disappointment.