Another snowfield.
The swordsman sat in the snow, covered in wounds. Before him, only the longsword remained.
"I'm still alive, but those young people from the village..."
"They died," the longsword answered as it floated up.
"They died for you."
"They died for the good days without Buli Ren that you promised."
"I tasted their despair before they died."
"They would never see that day come, and neither would you."
The Nameless Swordsman sighed. The pain wracking his body told him that he did not have much time left.
"We... can't stay here any longer. Let's go to the next village."
"Why?" the longsword challenged him.
"What are you still holding on to?"
"You and your pitiful ragtag army have been fighting for over thirty years."
"You've never won. What you've sown isn't resistance at all, but despair!"
"This world is beyond saving. It has been infected by the Buli Ren hunting packs!"
The longsword sighed.
"You've seen their numbers, and you know their methods."
"And those savages you place your hopes in only know how to crawl on the ground and respectfully call the monsters who devour their children and loved ones their masters!"
"Master!!"
Inside the Jingfeng Ship waiting hall.
A beautiful girl dressed in a beast-eared girl outfit dropped to her knees before the dark-skinned bald man.
"The organizers are still insisting on delaying the match. There's nothing we can do!"
"Fuck!" The bald man sat on the bench, utterly frustrated.
"We already bought off the opponent for this match. As long as the duel goes ahead, the audience will be won over by the dazzling moves I display!"
"Then the guild will definitely do everything it can to protect me."
The pretty girl shuffled forward on her knees, pleading pitifully.
"But the pursuit force from