There are people whose blood is like molten iron, hot and dangerous, hurting others without checking themselves;
Some people are as cold as ice, silent and self-possessed, tiring themselves without even realizing it.
He was once a bloody Shura who cut off his own seven emotions, but played with the six desires of others;
He was once a gentle scholar who broke the brush in his hand and ignored his own life and death.
They are generals and mortals.
They are history and legend.
They brought light, and they also fell into hell.