I held the sword in front of me, nodded humbly, and slowly drew my hand across the silver sword's edge.
I hold up your delicate and slender hand, draw my family's coat of arms with blood, and read out the oath from ancient times——
I will cut off the shackles of time, and I will cross the ends of the sky and the sea;
I am your sword, and I am willing to risk all my dignity and glory and follow you loyally for the rest of my life;
I am your shield, even if I use up all my blood and life, I will never abandon you!
The hustle and bustle of running away in the flames of war...
That past that I regret deeply in my life...
How much time does it take to truly forget?
Conception: