He was originally the legitimate son of the Higashiyama clan of the former kendo family, but in a well-planned conspiracy, he was falsely accused of secretly learning forbidden arts, and fell from the clouds into the mire overnight. Is this old sword used to kill enemies, or to protect the last bit of tenderness in my heart? When the truth is revealed layer by layer, how should he choose to live up to his heroic spirit and his deep love in this life?
