This Swordsman Has No Sword

"Where is this?" "Sword!" "Sword?" "Sword!" "Why am I here?" "Because, so." "..." "Because of what? So what?" "..." "Who are you?" "Sword!" "..." The young man stopped and looked around. The endless mist covered his eyes, like a fairyland, and his eyes couldn't help but become blurred. "Don't drift, there's no wind here!" "..." The voice that released pressure and had no tone sounded again. "Who are you?" "Sword!" "..."