We are strays, silver ears and pale heads, while one sword sends a warrior of slaughter soaring through the Nine Provinces. The Way is no more than you and me; even love and sorrow bow their heads. Laugh, and let out a roar. Weep, and shed no tears. Look upon all living things, then lower your painted brows. You say the heights above the ninth heaven are nothing but bones. You say that when I bow my head, it is my own skull. I have a sword in hand. It cannot sever common iron, yet it can churn the winds and clouds. Wait for me... I will bathe my sword in blood and slay my way through the ninth heaven! Wait for me... In this life, I will become a demon, so that in the next, I can guide you to Buddhahood...
