He was dressed in blue-gray attire that had been washed white, with burrs on the corners, stained with dust and unwiped blood all year round. There was a short, unmarked blade hanging from his waist, and the scabbard was covered with scratches of varying depths, the marks left by many years of wandering alone in troubled times.
He has no teachers, no old friends, and no cares. His hometown has long been destroyed by war, and all his relatives have been killed by rogue bandits. He is alone. He does not get involved in the party disputes in the court, does not rely on the rebels and local powerful people, and does not make close friends with people. He walks through the broken mountains and rivers just to clean up the evil villains hiding in the dark in the world - thieves who burn, kill and plunder, evil gentry who prey on the people, and lackeys who collaborate with the enemy and harm the people.
He was taciturn and cold-tempered, and did not like to be with others. When passing through villages and towns, he would see people suffering, and he would take action whenever he could. He would kill all the evildoers and then turn around and leave. He would never accept the meager reward of food and rice from the people, nor would he leave his name. In troubled times, all living beings have no time to take care of themselves. No one can accompany him for a long time. He is alone and only has a sharp knife to accompany him. There is no ambiguity or ruthless love line in the whole story. The main line is to go alone to eliminate evil in troubled times, travel through broken mountains and rivers, protect innocent people in a corner, and seek a little justice in troubled times.
Purpose: World peace
