Hikoki

It was just past noon, but a tranquil atmosphere filled the room. Only the thunk, thunk, of someone chopping wood in the distance, and the sound of livestock outside, could be faintly heard through the walls. The two of them liked this kind of atmosphere. As fellow followers of the blade, this background noise was far more pleasant than the hustle and bustle of the city that could disturb the mind.

The idea of impossibility was nothing but shackles to a mage.

hatred and resentment often guide humans to ruin. They’re essentially the bane of humanity.