Ten years ago, his family cast him aside, and even his younger sister was killed. In his fury, he changed his surname.
Ten years later, dressed in white, he carries a flask in his left hand and a sword in his right. On an ancient battlefield, he chats and laughs with the heroes of the Five Sacred Lands.
He is so carefree, so romantic, so proudly unrestrained, just like an immortal from the heavens.
He plunges into the crowd, all for the woman he cherishes.
Then, with a single sword stroke, he becomes a god.
