Breathe in… and out; In… and out. Cycle, repeat. Again, and again, and again.
Yuri had lost track of the number of days and nights she had spent training in the mountains. She had even forgotten the reason she began. But at some point, when she drew in her breath and let it out for what felt like the billionth time, she knew she was done. She had mastered her Way. She opened her eyes, taking in the scenery before her.
The trees were in bloom, white petals drifting slowly to the ground. She sat on a flat rock, surrounded by a small, lush meadow. Before her stretched a sea of blooming trees, sloping gently downward. She was on a forested mountain, somewhere. She had forgotten; almost everything. But, at least, she could now say that she knew her Way. Her Way was all she needed to know. It told her who she was, what she needed to do, why she needed to do it, and how she was going to get it done.
Yuri was a swordswoman. She was strong. Her tall, powerful body was covered in well-defined muscle, with just the right amount of fat to give her some attractive curves. Her ample breasts were nothing to scoff at, but she was especially proud of her large, firm ass. Her warm, tanned skin was both unblemished and smooth all over. She had entrancing, dark purple eyes; a cute, wide nose; full, luscious lips; and long, straight black hair that stretched down to… the meadow?
Yuri looked down, noticing how her hair fanned out into the tall grass around her. With a start, she whipped her hair up and brought it in front of her. Dirt flew into the air as the buried ends of her hair flew from the edges of the meadow towards her hands. She examined and piled her meters of black, silken strands. Thankfully, the dirt failed to cling to any of them. Her hair was ridiculously long, but still clean and beautiful. That was fine, Yuri thought. She knew what she had to do.
The swordswoman grasped her blade, where it rested at her side. Her hands grasped air, and she looked down again. Oh, of course, she realized, her sword wasn't there. She felt behind her, wrapping her fingers around her sword hilt. Instead, they wrapped around nothing again. Okay, she smiled. It must have simply rolled off the stone. Yuri stood and searched around the edges of the stone that she had been meditating on. Her fingers finally grasped… some rusty, metallic dust mixed into the soil. What the fuck.
Yuri took a deep breath. In… and out; In… and out. Cycle, repeat. She focused on her Way while she meditated. She knew who she was, what she needed to do, why she needed to do it, and how she was going to get it done. What she didn't know, apparently, was where and when she currently was. Time had obviously passed. Lots of time. A slight adjustment. No problem.
The swordswoman began to braid her endless hair, which could almost be appropriately measured in kilometers. She went over her Way in her mind. Her name was Yuri... She couldn't recall a last name, but whatever, it probably wasn't important. She was a strong, beautiful swordswoman, with a lot of hair. Her braid was starting to get heavy- again, whatever, it's fine. She also had a seventeen-centimeter flaccid giant club of a cock- Fuck, oh my fucking gods- and two wrinkled testicles- No, fuck-
"-Why? Fucking why?!" Yuri's deep, husky voice was full of frustration as she held her thick penis in her hand. At her own touch, it began to harden. "Okay, okay, just breathe." She closed her eyes and tried to recenter herself. In… and out, again. Focus on the Way. She had a penis, yeah, she knew that. No biggie. Well, it was big, but that's better than it being small, right? In… and out. Cycle. Repeat. The Way.
She knew herself. She wasn't sure why she was the way she was- she knew that usually women didn't have cocks, but she was a woman- she had nice breasts, certainly. Only her downstairs was a little lacking. It lacked pubic hair, for starters. She was completely smooth and hairless. And then it also lacked a pussy. And it just had a little- big- something else to make up for that. Whatever. She knew herself, and she knew what she needed to do.
She needed to go out into the world and enjoy herself. And she knew how to do that too- she knew what she enjoyed. She enjoyed, first and foremost, women. Yuri was a lesbian. She wanted the best women, and she wanted lifelong, romantic and sexual relationships with them. As many as she felt comfortable with; she could figure out her limit when she reached it. She wanted a big, wonderful harem of lovely ladies. And she wanted to fuck them with her long, hard, thick, meaty dick.
Yuri opened her eyes, taking in the sight of her cock at full mast. She realized she had been idly stroking it as she imagined her future harem. Her length maxed out at twenty-three centimeters, which she hoped wasn't too intimidating. Either way, she could be gentle. What she was packing wasn't as important as how she used it. Indeed, as her fingers gingerly caressed her balls, she realized that her parts had plenty of different uses. If she was actually fertile, she could even knock up her women without having to resort to a filthy man's sperm.
A big family to go along with her big harem sounded very satisfying, but she wanted her women untainted by others. Her radar was especially focused on beautiful, young virgins. When she thought of how she would be able to pleasure and impregnate her lovers with her big dick, Yuri began to see that this surprising appendage was simply another manifestation of her Way.
After coming to terms with her cock, Yuri finished her braids. The sun drifted across the sky as most of the day was whiled away, but eventually she had organized her hair into neat braids, almost the length of her body from head to toe, which was about 2 meters. The braids themselves would have been even longer, but she cleanly cut off the last meter or so to avoid having them drag along the ground. She wanted to use a razor or sword to make the cut, but as she didn't have any on her, she had to settle for her nails, which she filed to a sharp point for the job. The cut she made with her exceptional skill and strength was about as straight and tidy as any good barber could make, but it still irked her that it could've been even cleaner if she still had her trusty blade.
Therefore, step one upon the path of Yuri's Way would be to obtain a sword. Her contemplation finished, Yuri walked forward into the forest.