Break the Blade for Him

He is a humanoid weapon with no heart, no pain, and no emotions. Created only to fight, kill, obey, and destroy, Cold iron is the bone, sharp blade is the soul, I don't know what warmth is. Until he met the little dodder flower. Youth is soft, clean and fragile, Even if the wind is strong, it seems that it will be blown down. But she would hug him gently and whisper: "Don't get hurt." Weapons are supposed to be ruthless; But he instinctively possessed and protected this dodder tree. He doesn't understand love, he only knows: "Whoever hurts you, I will kill." "If you want me to be here, I will always be there." He is an indestructible weapon, But he is willing to use all his strength for him and bow his head. Cold weapons and soft dodder flowers, They are two extremes, But they found their home in each other's arms.