Apocrypha: Fake Legend

The first time Kai held the sword, he knew how to make it arc perfectly. Muscle memory does not belong to him, but it is more real than his breathing. When the sword edge tore apart the monster, an image flashed in his mind: a blond boy practicing the same move by the lake, with laughter beside him. That's not his memory. "Your hands are shaking." The blind singer said softly, standing outside the pool of blood. Kai looked at his hands. Solid as a rock. "I didn't." "Yes," she said stubbornly, "in your heart." He put away his sword and prepared to go to the next place where he needed to "learn". When he turned around, the blood droplets condensed on the sword hilt dripped and bloomed in the soil. Like a flower that does not belong to this world. He paused for a moment. This moment was not written into the script Abyss gave him.