Swordsman is a somewhat ironic term.
I don't know when I started to become a swordsman. Maybe it was because I was hungry for too long, and finally I couldn't help but kill with a knife. I still remember that my knife was pulled out from the pile of dead people. This knife was glowing with blood. It killed all my close relatives and my blood was flowing with it. I was dying at that time, and I saw a white horse coming from afar. There was a person sitting vaguely on the horse, wearing white clothes, so white that it blended into the sunlight. The sky was dazzling, and I fell into a pool of blood and fainted.
I thought I was dead.