Yasuo's Deadwind Blade

I hear echoes, from the valley and from my heart. Harvest the empty soul with the lonely sickle, repeat determination and happiness again and again, and finally there will be an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe that I was born like a bright summer flower, unfailing, charming like water, able to withstand the burden of my heartbeat. The burden of load and breathing is endless. ——Tagore's Birds Collection I am too lazy to write an introduction. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.