No Matter How Perilous the Road, No Matter How Many Demons, I’ll Slay Them with My Sword

At eighteen, a boy whom no one thought much of used a rusty longsword to slay a rampaging mountain lord.

A tiger pelt repaid a debt of gratitude; a longsword became his way to seek immortality.

The road ahead was hard, and immortality elusive. All he had was the sword in his hand.