The Lone Sword Breaks the Flying Blade

Beneath the soft moonlight, a young man sits on a rooftop, a lonely sword in his hand as he gazes up at the stars.

What does the future hold? He says nothing.

Suddenly, he swings the sword in his hand. It leaves its sheath, its gleam flashing like a shooting star.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"A sword that kills swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly!"

"How swift?"

"Like the light of a shooting star!"

"How accurate?"

"One strike, one hit, without the slightest error!"

"How ruthless?"

"It pierces the enemy's heart!"

"And who does it kill?"

"Those who deserve to die!"

"Who deserves to die?"

"Those who inspire utter loathing!"

"Why kill people?"

"To survive!"