Her white clothes are as white as snow, and her sword is still frosty.
He swore an oath under the plum tree, and his words were sincere and affectionate.
Three hundred years ago, there was a young man who once walked in embarrassment at the foot of Xiyu Mountain. His eyes were like stars, crossing the track of time. The young and humble young man made the people of Kyushu look up to him. His standing figure is a monument worshiped by countless people.
What is right? What is evil?
What she wishes is peace in Kyushu.
His wish is that this sword will always protect the person whose heart is attached to it.