Columbine trees are growing, cedar trees are trembling slightly, stray cats are passing by in the bushes composed of red flowers and steppe trees, and pigeons are flying by in the sky accompanied by flowing clouds.
To pigeons, cats are monsters, to cats, humans are incomprehensible monsters, and to humans, monsters are incomprehensible monsters.
However, if there is a higher civilization and the clouds in the nine heavens are cleared, they will probably only see--
All things in the world are endless.
Everything grows naturally.
If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark; if making noise is dangerous, then remain silent; if you feel unable to shine, then crouch in the corner. But don't defend the darkness just because you are used to it; don't be proud of your own complacency; don't ridicule those who are braver and more passionate than yourself. We can be humble as dust, but not twisted like maggots.
She pursues a passionate ideal, using her pen as a sword to cut through the waves and clouds, and turn the world around.
—The Sword in the World Chapter
(When reading, it is recommended to skip the first world. The experience of the original owner is very distressing. After the heroine traveled through time, it was a bit aggrieved to slap the person in the face and hurt the original owner, which slightly affected the viewing experience.)