It was the worst of times, when human nature was tempered by chaos, gravel turned into mud and ground into dust, and sharp metal and steel shone brightly.
Fate had treated him too little, and his life had fallen from the top; fate had played too ridiculously, giving him a script from the past. Even if I have seen it, I can't imagine what it was like back then.
He looked at the man who was doomed to die. The blood was so hot that it almost reminded him of the conquest, fighting spirit, friendship, and betrayal from too long ago. In this era... Witnessing the end of the dynasty he once belonged to, can he finally catch something in his palm?
In October, it's hard to cover up the dust. Who is the siege of whom?
Towards the original work, not V