Xianhao

Many years later, everyone in the world called me the "Sword Master". They say that I possess three hundred swords from the sky, and that on the eve of the collapse of the world, I cut off the doomsday bell with one sword. Whenever I hear people talk about it like this, I just lower the hood on my head and lift the mask up. The eyes of the new disciples around him were full of awe, thinking that this was the unfathomable power of a peerless master. They don't know, I just don't want to be seen, that helpless smile under the mask. Because the starting point of all this was never any heroic ambition. Sword intent? Yes, there are indeed three hundred fairy swords sealed in this mortal body that can cut through the sky at any time. I've known since I was born that I'm different from you. When my peers were worried about exams, what I heard in my ears was the killing sound of hundreds of swords in the sword box; when you were planning your future life, I had already seen clearly that the peaceful world in your eyes would be destroyed for the first time in three years by the spiritual tide. How ridiculous, isn't it? A young man who is ridiculed by you as a "chuunibyou" hides under his hood and mask the last and only truth in the world. The world is going to end, and I happen to be the only one who can save it. At that time, I just wanted to sit back and watch. Since this world regards me as an alien, I will draw a line between myself and it, and I will never owe anything to it. I blocked my gaze with black clothes, responded to taunts with silence, and used the coldest way to protect the eternal fire in my chest that was about to burn me out.