The Youth of the Sword-Wielding Boy Quietly Fades Away

Jiang Yueming once thought that youth would always be the red cross on the test paper, the finished product of the bubbling medicine, the anxiety before the test, and the undisciplined daily life where he could hide behind his senior sister and be lazy. It wasn't until the steel rod melted into a samurai sword that his red-gold eyes reflected the black smoke rising from Mount Fuji. He picked up the blade and faced the ghost attendant and his fate. Only when he turned around did he realize that the young man who was at a loss what to do and whose Buddhist skills were broken had already quietly exited in the wind and rain.