The martial world is rife with intrigue, and the tide of power and ambition sweeps hearts along with it. Some scheme through every detail in pursuit of supremacy, while others walk through the snow, guarding the moonlight in their hearts. As dusk spreads over the stone-paved streets, a boy wrapped in a ragged coat tramples the fading sunlight beneath his feet. His worn shoes leave uneven footprints in the mud. He knows nothing of how long the road through the martial world may be; he simply makes every step firm enough to become a monument. Letting wind and rain freeze on his slight shoulders, he keeps an undying fire in his eyes.
