In a broken game of chess, I thought I was the one playing against it, but in fact I was just a chess piece on the chess board. In the game between moves, I thought I was a chess piece that had no choice but to lose. In fact, every move was made to swallow me up.
The chess player looked at me condescendingly like a clown, jumping back and forth across the square inch of the chessboard.
I thought it would be a good idea to leave the court and travel around the world with a sword. However, there was always a pair of hands that picked me up and threw me onto the chessboard, and I had no choice but to get involved in one plot after another...
Once he was an official, his position was extremely popular, but one misfortune caused him to be unstable for ten years.
