Yamamoto Mo suddenly remembered what his father said when he was young.
"Ah Mo, your talent is not bad, but you have no reason to wield a sword." His father sighed, "If you can't find it, you will never be able to reach the peak of swordsmanship."
So, I should be here now. Yamamoto Mo looked at the silver-haired man beside him and thought with a smile.
(Congratulatory message from the Prison Temple, a short story, currently unfinished,)