If he can sit, he won't stand. If he can fly on a sword, he won't move his legs. If one sword can kill, he will never strike a second time.
Though he sees through fate, he has no interest in moving the pieces or scheming. He pays no heed to affairs of the world, preferring to lounge on a recliner in his residence, watching the shadows of flowers sway in the courtyard and listening to the woman behind the curtains play the zither.
He would rather fly his sword for ten thousand miles than take a single step on the ground.
This is our Great Yu's newly appointed Imperial Preceptor.
Look, His Excellency hasn't moved a muscle again. That means all is peaceful across the land.
