“No One Can Stop What I Want to Do; No One Can Save Those I Want to Kill!”

All weapons in this world had their own charm. The sword was the weapon of a gentleman—graceful as a startled swan, supple as a soaring dragon, symbolizing purity and nobility. The staff was upright and unyielding, heavy and powerful, embodying resilience and simplicity. Yet there was one kind of weapon that possessed no splendor yet lost none of its majesty, no shine yet none of its sharpness.