Uma Lâmina que Domina o Mundo

Before dawn, the alleys of Qingyun Town still slumbered, shrouded in a veil of mist as delicate as gossamer, gently draping itself over this ancient land. In a somewhat dilapidated courtyard on the town’s western edge, a young man was wielding his blade in the dim morning light. His movements were agile, the blade flashing with each stroke, and every swing carried an unstoppable momentum, as if determined to cleave through the oppressive silence of the world.

“I am Liu Kaixin—Kaixin, as in joy itself.” The young man sheathed his blade, sweat sliding down his cheeks to drip onto the earthen ground at his feet. “With a single blade, I could move mountains, overturn seas, vanquish monsters, subdue demons, command spirits, pluck the stars, sever rivers, topple cities, and split the heavens!” Though his voice was not loud, it rang with an unwavering resolve.

Liu Kaixin had lost his parents at a young age and was taken in by Old Li, the town’s venerable hunter. Though Li was an ordinary man, he treated Liu Kaixin as his own child—teaching him to hunt, to read, and imparting his own optimism toward life. From the moment he could reason, Liu Kaixin displayed a deep fascination with blades, often brandishing wooden swords of his own making through the mountain forests, dreaming of becoming a legendary hero.

Today marked the awakening of insects, a day, as legend would have it, when the first thunder of spring stirs the hibernating creatures beneath the earth, and the world’s spiritual energies are at their most vibrant. A subtle premonition stirred in Liu Kaixin