The silent swordsman embarks on the path guided by destiny. He is the soul boy of a cult, he is a swordsmith, he is a demon-hunting swordsman, and he is the chosen one. The storm is about to extinguish, and the gears of fate push him to lose everything and push him on the road to salvation. He is a nameless confused person, a puppet of fate, a chess piece that can be manipulated by others... No! The swordsman cut off the shackles, accompanied by the hysterical song of weeping blood, and resolutely stepped into the spiral of resistance to fate. This time, I will not lose it again!
Purpose: I am a fan of the old Miyazaki thief and a newbie writing novels. I want to write a tough guy style with a soul-based core.