Sword and Chitose

The nine thousand-year-old expressionless man put his hands behind his back, holding a knife in his hand, and then stepped on the top of the city, overlooking the city. Under the city, thousands of troops and horses were as silent as a cicada! In the past, there were drums from gods and humans, and their three sounds shook the sky. Today there are nine knives, and the knives make people grow old.