Striding through the halls of the Institute of War, Yasuo couldn't help but be in awe of its sheer scale. Of course, he'd been to many places that were massive, but none of them man-made. This place... Something about it spoke of the great power that was contained here. And perhaps that power will manifest itself as an answer. This thought was followed, as it always was, by another, very simple thought. I will reclaim my honor, even if it kills me and others. Wrenching his mind from that well-worn track, he decided he'd merely be an observer for today. Running a hand along the stone walls, the samurai tilted his head. Were the halls normally this empty? Surely a place as big as this made use of the space it had, rather than having it there for mere decoration. Perhaps that was to reinforce the undeniable sense of importance the League seemed to always carry with it like a shroud. Running a hand through the hair at his temple, the outcast made his way to the practice area. He'd likely be using it plenty, given time, so he may as well see it now. Encountering none of the other champions of the League in the corridors, Yasuo wondered briefly about them. He knew that there were a number of them, but they were absent from this section if the building. Making use of directions he'd gotten earlier from one of the summoners who called this place home, he stepped through the doorway and into the light of the evening sun.