In the strange, judging eyes of everyone around him, he had been a good-for-nothing for ten years, and there was no way he could become any more useless.
But only he knew the truth: after enduring it for ten years, was he supposed to keep enduring it?
So he was going to pick a day to wipe away the disgrace they had branded him with.
That three-foot sword was no scrap of junk. Those people had no idea they were in for trouble again.
