There are not only grievances and hatreds in the rivers and lakes, but also people and horses returning late at sunset. The horses have wine bags on their backs and the people carry swords on their backs.
Some people dream of entering the arena, while others want to withdraw from the arena. Little do they know that this is also a part of the arena. You and I are both here, so it is perfect. Just like a sword, it has its own responsibilities from the day it was formed. It belongs to the world and has its own story. Even if it is hidden, the story still exists.
