That spring, he came to this little village.
He carried a strange bag and said he was looking for a place to fish.
The villagers had no idea that this quiet young man would change the world.
Later, some saw him on the battlefield, holding back an army of thousands with a single fishing rod.
Some saw him deep in the palace, drinking with the Empress Dowager and talking through the night.
Some saw him on the grasslands, carrying an injured young woman and running thirty miles.
Some saw him in the cold palace, keeping a white-haired woman company as they watched the snow fall all afternoon.
Later still, the world was at peace.
He returned to that little village and went on fishing.
Only, every now and then, someone would come by.
They arrived with a story.
They left with a fish.
