This Sword of Mine Is Only for the Mortal World

Boy, your sword is too heavy. Holding it is like holding the ridicule of the whole world and your own unwillingness. You want to silence everyone who looks down on you with one strike. You want that girl to look back at you, even once. You want your hunched-over parents to straighten their spines for once. But you forgot. Swords are for killing people, not for carrying these things. So, you lose. Losing like a dog. Until the old drunkard sweeping the floor touched my sword with a broom. He said. "Young man, put down your sword, or you will be crushed to death by the sword."