Sword Heroes Roam the World

Look on calmly as clouds gather over the martial world; a battered sword leaves its sheath as time presses on.

Riding with a sword at his side, he roams the world, buying wine and laughing as he sleeps off his drunkenness amid mortal life.

The Buddha speaks of all things: goodness, evil, delusion, and greed.

Thirty years ago, the martial world suffered a calamity when Song warriors joined forces with the Khitan, plotting treachery.

Thirty years later, the truth of that time gradually comes to light. Who is the hero, and who is the villain?

The martial world is full of grudges and clashes of steel, yet kindred spirits are hard to find.

For a blood feud, I would face a thousand foes without hesitation. What have I to fear in death?

For love, whose hand will I hold with a smile, and for whom will tears wet my eyes?

Once you enter the martial world, time flies. I will spend this life wandering, drinking away my sorrows!