Here are swords and kendo, here are wine and drinkers, here are dances and dancers.
Here are the rivers and lakes, here are the immortals, here are the spirits, here are the gods and demons.
There is endless wine in the cup, endless heads of enemies to kill.
The young man in bright clothes is angry with his horse, and the young man draws his sword to ask the sky.
Master, senior brother, junior brother.
Lovers, enemies, friends.
Will the winner be the king or the loser, or will the thief be a thief?
With the sword in his hand, he could slay the monsters in the world. Who would have thought that the journey to immortality would be nothing more than a flower moon in the water arranged by him, but how could the past come to nothing in an instant?
What you pursue is exactly what you gave up in the first place.
I just wanted to write a less bloody fairy tale. Hope someone likes it!