Crazy Sword Life and Death Fight

The pretentious swordsmen were brought together by the surging tide of the times. They all sailed against the current with their own determination and ideals. But real death clings to the spinal cord, and fear and pain spread in this blooming brain. Can they still see the way they came? Swinging the sword is no longer about "reaching" a certain ending. Swinging the sword is the end in itself. In the never-ending killing, everything becomes pale and distant. Only at the moment when the blade slices open the flesh, hot blood splashes onto the cheeks, and the light in the opponent's eyes goes out - do they feel the hottest and truest proof of their existence. The prelude to madness begins with a mountain of corpses.