Back then, I was merely a lost wanderer who had just arrived in another world. My hand gripped my sword through summer after summer, autumn after autumn, as I kept walking and walking. I crossed boats and passed through towers, watched the water flow slowly, and saw some people leave while others stayed. In this world, who else but me could roam beneath the drifting clouds? With one sword, I strike a fatal blow. My figure stands supreme beneath the heavens.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
I thought it was about writing about the Shaman King, but it turned out to be Naruto. Suddenly
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