The Other Shore, Where the Flowers Bloomed That Year

The martial world has never been about right and wrong, nor absolute good and evil. It is only a matter of each person’s perspective and position.

When the flowers on the other shore bloom, the leaves fall; when the leaves grow, the flowers wither. They chase each other desperately, seeking only a moment of reunion, yet in the end it is no more than an old dream, leaving heartbreak and sorrow...

As a child, I imagined countless times what it would be like to enter the martial world. I dreamed of riding with a horse and sword, righting wrongs and roaming the world. Only later did I realize that I had been caught up in the martial world from the moment I was born. I struggled with all my might to climb out of it, but sadly, no matter how hard I tried, it was all just a fleeting dream...