A short story about swordsmanship, a young wolf dog, a master-disciple story
"You have acquired a strong martial arts, holding a sharp sword, but you are willing to be trapped in a third of an acre of land. Isn't it like letting the pearl fall into dust? Although you are powerless, you must be worthy of the title of "hero". Maybe you can't save those people, but at least when you stretched out your hands to pull them out of the abyss, you gave them hope and expectations. As for what happens next, I can't blame you, and it's none of your business. These are all fate."
"People don't rely on others to save their lives."
The gentle and considerate master was attacked by his loyal dog and crazy apprentice
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