Legend has it that the wind comes from the east and starts in Luan City. The spring breeze calls for all things, the summer mist drives away the blazing sun, the autumn rustle sends old memories away, and the cold winter finally reincarnates. And Luan City is at the beginning of the wind. But there will never be waves of wind. "Brother~~Teach me spells~" "This is not magic, it's sword skills!" "Brother~~Teach me sword skills~" "Girls are learning swords and go practice piano." "No, no, I want to learn spells~" "This is not magic, they are sword skills!" "Brother~~Teach me sword skills~" "Girls are learning swords and practicing piano."... Flowers are blooming on top of stems and leaves, and flowers are connected to their roots. In this city where leaves are forever piled in the shade. Peace is the only melody, and it is also the eternal cycle. Just like that pair of brother and sister. If there is no such person. If, there is no such thing. If that gust of wind had not blown into Lancheng... It would have been peaceful for a hundred years until Lancheng knew the temperature of the wind. Biting cold... .. ..
Intention: There are barriers in the road, but there are no boundaries in love. If we have reached this point, will we slash the mortal world with a sword, or will we bear the world for Yi?