Young man, your sword is too heavy—not just the iron, but the yesterday’s grudges you carry, and the tomorrow’s life and death you fear. You always look back at the tattered threads of love you’ve cut, and you always look up at those unknown formidable foes—yet you somehow forget to glance at the sword in your own hand. When the wind stirs, ripples arise, and all things become distorted. It isn’t the martial world that’s in chaos; it’s your heart. If your heart is still, then with this one sword, the world is yours.$LSK