Island

The world has heard that the vast sea is a battlefield for brave men. The clouds have cleared and the mist has cleared, welcoming lush green islands. That is my paradise. My father's flute sounds in my ears again, and it is still the same tune. My father's song is called Gone with the Wind. I practice swordsmanship every day, just because my father wants me to become a real swordsman... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.