Night fell.
The entire port was still brightly lit.
And just as the port was filled with noise...
A man slowly walked toward the headquarters of the Gato Group.
The man had long, deep-purple hair, with bird-feather ornaments stuck in it.
He wore gorgeous robes, looking very much like the young master of some powerful family.
But...
This was such a man.
Yet he carried twin swords on his back and strode firmly toward the port.
There was no confusion in his eyes, only resolve.
Every ninja wished for a pair of eyes that would never lose their way.
When he reached the entrance to the Gato Group's headquarters...
The two thugs guarding the entrance blocked his path.
"Who are you?! Don't you know this is the headquarters of the Gato Group?!"
The moment the two fierce-looking thugs said this...
A flash of sword light passed.
Their bodies had already been split in two.
The man slowly sheathed his sword, as if it had never been drawn.
Thud!
The two bodies fell separately, blood slowly spreading across the ground and staining it red.
What was the way of survival for humanity?
Everyone had their own reasons.
And his reason... was the Way of the Sword!
Pursuing the sword, becoming the Number One Swordsman Under Heaven, defeating strong enemies, and drinking one's fill of blood! That was a man's pursuit.
Humans needed to think.
But they did not need to think in circles.
Pointless overthinking would only make the sword impure.
A swordsman's fate... ought to be much simpler.
To the man, life existed to be taken.
There was only one thing he worried about in his entire life.
Whether the enemy before him was worthy of his sword. But more often than not, the moment he began to worry, the