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... gaze grew fleeting, and for a moment, it felt as though time reversed within his eyes.
The same words reverberated, buzzing in his ears.
“Master, I am only fond of the sword…”
Years ago, standing before their master, there were two youths. One chose fame, and the other chose the sword.
The one who chose the sword became the Sword Master, while the one who chose fame ironically became the Sword Saint.
Such is the way of the world—inevitably laced with iron ...
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