All the way from court to arena, what I seek is freedom from restraint, and what I pursue is pleasure in the arena.
But trouble always comes one after another, and everything you see and hear changes everything you think.
Just to experience the world, but he didn't expect the light and shadow of the sword to greet him.
Stop making trouble and let him go...
But when is the heart no longer in the original place? It's like leaving behind what you pursue but you can't get back what you once had. Can you get the answer you want?
What is the purpose of this conspiracy?