"What are you afraid of? My ancestors chopped down the sky."
My great-grandfather really cut it. The kind that splits the sky with one sword.
Unfortunately, the sword broke and the man died. When it was my turn, I only inherited a broken sword, a "criminal record", and a memory that was blocked by someone.
When I was seven years old, my parents died in front of me. I survived but forgot that night.
The doctor said he was scared. I believed it for ten years.
Until I found the broken sword on the rafter - my father's words were engraved on the hilt.
Some people say that mortals are mortals, just accept your fate.
I prefer not.
In this life, I don't seek immortality or immortality, I only seek one thing -
Remember that night.
