"It's done! Yoshimitsu, you are awesome! Now you can forge two swords at the same time! It looks like they will be twins? Has Yoshimitsu thought about what to name these two swords?" "Yoshimitsu, have you really thought about it?" "Well! I'm old. This is my last time forging a knife. From now on, let these two swords go with me!" Yoshimitsu said to his old friend. After saying this, he looked at the two newly forged daggers, "Sorry! I decided your future just after you forged them!" "I don't think they will mind!" The old friend was in tears. He knew that Yoshimitsu's time was running out, but for some reason, when he was seriously ill, he suddenly said that he had the inspiration to forge knives, and wrote a letter to call him to ask him to help. "They have no master. , As swordsmen, they should spend their lives on the battlefield until the sword is broken, but they think that they will be buried with me for my selfish desires." "You are also their master!" "Let's give them names now!" Yoshimitsu's friend had a premonition that this meeting would be the last time they met. "This brother's name is Qiantang!" "Qiantang?" "I miss you after thousands of miles apart! Since my elder brother is called Qiantang, then my younger brother should be called Qianye!" "What is this poem? When I was traveling, I heard people say that Begonia means separation, separation, and separation. Now that we are separated forever, isn't this considered separation? "Okay! Then Qiantang and Qianye!"
Intention: no cp, private sword