With one blade, he cuts through life and death, his cold blade slaughtering the deceitful! I don't want to be a blade; I want to be the one who wields it. I don't want to be a pawn; I want to be the player. An ordinary person, yet he insists on living his own life in this world. The road ahead is unknown and uncertain; he simply walks step by step, unknowingly creating a path of wind and clouds, a world of its own. Thorny path, distant mortal world; skillful maneuvers, soaring to the heavens; calming the raging sea, turning the rivers and lakes; clear azure sky, wielding the heavenly blade.