Tien Shinhan never sought glory, only absolute discipline, the kind that led him to leave the Crane School and its corrupt master behind to grow stronger on his own terms rather than through any stolen technique.
His third eye never gave him sight beyond others, only the stillness to stay unmoved where anyone else would have flinched, until the day he learned to pour his entire life force into a single strike, the Kikoho, ready to burn himself out rather than let an enemy keep advancing.
It was at the heart of the Tonenaka Shrine, in Rimmen, that he opened his eyes again, surrounded by ten thousand statues of Akaviri warriors carved from stone time had never managed to dull.
Built by exiles from a continent Tamriel itself had long since forgotten, the shrine honors a martial discipline Tien recognized without effort: one where every frozen stance carved in stone speaks volumes about the patience it takes to hold it.
The monks tending those statues saw nothing strange in the three-eyed stranger who stood motionless for hours among their stone warriors. Just a ten-thousand-and-first statue, still breathing.