I'm a Homeless Mercenary

"I am the knife catcher registered with the Supervisor Tiansi." Said the man who chopped off the monster's head with an axe. "For the sake of the Buddhist kingdom on earth, please die." The man in red Confucian robe said kindly. "That's how I do things," said the man reflected in the fire. "This is Fourth Master's order!" Said the man who smashed the Qingfeng plaque on both sleeves. "If a person can't stand firmly, kill him." The trembling child heard the man say. "Who am I, you ask?" The man turned back, "I am a homeless mercenary." ———————————————————————— There is bronze punk in the Central Plains, cyberpunk in the distant continent, steampunk in the West, and religious punk in the subcontinent, eh? Why so many punks, you ask? Shh, don't ask, don't look, don't listen, or you'll go crazy. . . .