“A knife grinder sharpens the heart; a knife wielder cuts down fate. Every blade's sharpness comes from the knife grinder's blood and toil. But in sharpening the heart, the grinder eventually wears away their own.”
If I could choose, I'd rather be a tiny ant in the mortal world, living on with the wind and dying with the rain, spending my whole life in obscurity, asking nothing of heaven and earth and knowing nothing of the light.
But fate insists on setting me on this misguided road to the heavens, where blood and tears stream from the blade's edge and every step leads into an abyss.
If I retreat, countless bodies will be left behind. If I press on, life and death are both uncertain.
So be it. Let this broken blade ask Heaven for me.”
