Datenshi was once a normal alien who lived on the planet called Arconia. She had been traveling around, looking for a suitable place to live before she stumbled upon some sort of 'hut'. She had no idea if anyone had occupied it, since it had looked slightly run down. She entered the hut slowly, finding a few things, a large sword, a furnace, and the rest of it was useless junk, at least in her opinion. She had turned the corner behind the door, and her eyes would widen, an old man was meditating, an inviting presence could be sensed around him by anyone passing by, but she had not sensed him before entering the hut. She would call out to him, wondering if he was still alive. "Hello?" she had said in a low tone. "Hello." the old Alien had replied back. She would bow once to the elder Alien before pointing to the sword. "Are you going to keep that thing? I could use it for self defense, it's hard for an Alien, you know?" she said with a shrug. The elder Alien would shrug as well, pointing to the sword, as if he wanted her to pick it up. Though, it was impossible for her to do so, and she wasn't sure why, she would look over to the Elder Alien, as if she was awaiting an answer. "You must go through rigorous training." she said with a yawn, motioning for her to come over to him. She obliged, walking over to him as she awaited his instructions on training. "Let's meditate for a while." he said in a murmur. She would roll her eyes and sit next to him, attempting to mimic the way he was meditating, and so the training began.

She had a hard time concentrating, so this was the hardest part for her. She was very physically fit, any conditioning that they may have had to do was going to be easy for her, but it seemed that they had done more meditation than anything else. The elder Alien would not stop spewing her philosophy to her either, she was a good person at heart, one who would stop at nothing to achieve justice for anything absurd, but this Alien was over the top, he would not stop talking. She listed to every word he spoke, though, thinking that it would help her in the long run, and it did. She had found a way to harness the goodness inside of her, allowing it to come out in an aura that the old man called 'mystic'. He had also told her that he had trained under an entity named the 'Kaioshin' many years ago. She had no idea what a 'Kaioshin' was, but it was very important to the old man, so she had gone with it.

The old man had pushed her past her limits. He had taught her how to break her boundaries, how to speed up the body until the breaking point, or at least to extreme exhaustion. After some time she had been able to lift the sword, and she had received months of training on how to use it, but it was still very had to carry around, considering that it was extremely heavy. The old man was getting older, and the training had gone on for a few years now. She had learned how to sort of "exorcise" an evil being and trap it in hell, which would be helpful for if an evil being had ever tried to attack her home planet.

The old man was now on his deathbed. Datenshi had fixed up the hut and had even extended it, creating a room for herself and the old man. The Elder Alien was withering away slowly, and Datenshi could only watch, there was nothing that she could possibly due to help him. Her and the Elder had both came to peace with his death, holding short conversations for some time when he could. His last words would come to her slowly, what was a few moments seemed like an entire lifetime to her.
  "Datenshi, you have come far, I leave few things for you in which I think are sufficient. The things are as followed; My hut, my sword, and the title of the Konatsian Swordsman, take care,"

Datenshi would bury the old man on the side of the hut, a replica of the sword being placed inside of the grave.