The Lone Sword Breaks the Flying Blade

Beneath the gentle moonlight, a young man sits on a rooftop, holding a lonely sword as he gazes up at the stars.

What does the future hold? He says nothing.

Suddenly, he swings the sword in his hand. It slips from its sheath, its blade flashing like a meteor.

“What kind of sword is this?”

“A sword for killing: fast, precise, and ruthless!”

“How fast?”

“As swift as a meteor!”

“How precise?”

“One strike, one hit, without the slightest error!”

“How ruthless?”

“It pierces the enemy’s heart!”

“Then who do you kill?”

“Those who deserve to die!”

“Who deserves to die?”

“Those who fill people with loathing!”

“Why kill people?”

“To survive!”