In his previous life, he could stir up a pool of spring water. In this life, together with his old friend, he could bravely fight against the turbulent waves. Two-wheeled scimitar, fighting for the enemy, fighting for the country, for myself, fighting for the country. The little ancients, but they want to be in heaven, let's see how they fight with wits and courage in the dim light of peace and happiness. (Dog-blood thunder, be careful.)