The division of "good" and "evil".

Nameless are the vast majority of Shin-Jin before they don the titles of Kai of their respective domains... If they should be so lucky, that is. The Shin-Jin who stood at the precipice of a cliff on an equally unnamed planet was no different from his brothers and sisters in that respect. Born of the Kaiju Tree just as his siblings, This Shin-Jin was plagued by the fact that he'd been born a bad apple and cursed by his taint to be ever drawn towards misdeeds. Having hid his evil for all of his life, the nameless Shin now had come to a point in his life where he must do something about the whispers that lurk in his heart or cross the threshold into a new way of life that he wanted nothing of.

Staring up at the vast starry sky, the shin searched for meaning beneath the simultaneously empty and infinitely full sky above, searching for a reflection of himself in that vastness that would help him put himself together... At his core, was he the blackness of space flecked with the many miniscule dots of light like the stars, or was he the stars themselves, lost in the inky void of his own inherent sin? Was a man but sum of his deeds, or the weight of his heart, and was his destiny etched in stone before his birth by the mere ripeness of his precursive apple? Finding no answers, the shin turned his gaze away quietly and paced from the precipice slowly, sitting down with his back to the edge and his head bowed away from the cosmos.

Placing his hands on his knees and closing his eyes, the nameless shin turned his gaze inward, listening to the sounds of his soul like waves on the ocean, the flow of his ki both reassuring and terrifying as anxiety continued to grip him by the threads, threatening to unravel him. He had no choice in this anymore, he must do something if he wished to make a real life for himself... What he was about to do would forever change him of course, and it would certainly reject him from his peers if he should ever go back to his homeworld, but if he did not go through with it then he would most certainly face banishment regardless.

Singling out the motes of positivity within his soul and consciousness, the shin began pulling them together one by one, forming a core from his mind and working diligently to unify the good in him. The process was not quick by any stretch of the word, but time was nigh-inconsequential to a man who could live comfortably into 75,000 years without medical intervention. Many moons passed in the time that the shin took to focus himself. He became weary with each passing day, but he kept his focus. His joints became sore with each hour that ticked away until they screamed for the slightest movement to relieve them, but he remained still. His body grew weak with hunger and thirst as he ignored his needs, but he persevered still.

At the end of the sixth day of collecting himself, the Shin opened his eyes slowly to the night once more, slowly willing what remained besides what he'd harnessed in his core to the world outside, a brackish purple ether gathering before him in the vague shape of a man, pulsing and vibrating with a similar and yet reversed ki-flow to his own. His antithesis, all the evil he'd separated, imperfect and vain. He could not separate himself from all the darkness in his heart, but this was the majority of it, and as the sun rose on the seventh day, the nameless shin stared at his dark doppelganger with a discomforting sense of familiarity and a horrific realization at what he'd just done.

A slow smile crept over his doppelganger's face as he came to the same realization simultaneously... In his search for purity, he had set the darkness in his heart truly free. With a voice that was ominous and hung in the air like the darkest night, the shin's dark half spoke to its weakened light counterpart through its grin, "So vain of you, to see yourself as the stars and me as the void, you rejected who you truly were for what you believed you should be. In doing so, you unleashed the one thing you sought to destroy... I must thank you for that. In return for the gift of life, I give you a name... Like the light you wished to become, I name you Starshine." Weakened from his fasting and meditation, the light shin wrasped uncomfortably to his doppleganger, the look of fear never leaving his face, "And what should I call you?" Pausing to contemplate for a moment as he turns his gaze towards the oppressive sun high above, "I shall be what the light casts carelessly, you may call me Shade. I am the shadow you threw off, Starshine... I shall live as we were meant to, and one day I shall come back to collect the rest of us when you've recovered. Enjoy your freedom from me for now, live a meaningful life, I will enjoy destroying all that you work hard for in the end."

Utilizing the ki that the shin had rejected in the process of separating from his dark half, Shade launched himself to the sky, tearing off for the darkness fleeting from the sun, fleeing from leaving his light half and his sins laid bare in the oppressive gaze of the sun.