It is not necessary for me to claim the credit for your achievements. It was your broken body that made me who I am... The bright, star-like light in his eyes slowly faded. His heart held fast to its obsession: “When I unsheathe my killing blade, you will all be nothing but ants... As the sun sets, I shall raise my blade. Who will fight me?!” ...A little boy's story begins with a cold dream...
