He killed my aunt in front of me, but then took me away on a rainy night.
"I will teach you martial arts. If you can kill me within ten years, I will set you free."
From then on, every moment I lived was to kill my master.
I learned his swordsmanship and accepted his ruthlessness, and I also caught a glimpse of his silence as he applied medicine to my wounds late at night.
I hate him to the core, yet I am dependent on him in life and death.
Until I discovered that he was not the only one he wanted me to kill...
When the sword pointed at the final truth, I understood:
In the past ten years, he has paved the road to regicide for me with his life.
