Uploaded April 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
Archival Purposes
Chapter 1: 00:00
Chapter 2: 07:05
Chapter 3: 17:14
Chapter 4: 24:05
Battle: 32:25
Summoning: 33:30
Story: F-H Swordmaster
One slice. Another. Sundered flesh, splattered blood—her arms
delight as she wields her blade like an extension of her body.
Those radiant days, the moments she spent with the girl—
quashed like a child's toy and shattered before their prime.
A killer protecting the life of another? A foolish notion.
She stares with clouded eyes and bloodied kimono at her cold
body, reminded of the downpour on the night she met the girl.
"How cruel God is, teasing us with a fleeting dream."
Weapon Story: Black Lotus
You taught me to walk the path of carnage. No matter how
I wailed, you stared down at me, expression never changing.
Like the superhuman divine, your spirit was transcendent.
You were everything that caused my heart to stir.
You freed me from a world of captivity. As we lived our
quiet, peaceful lives, I would sometimes see on your face
the shadows of the burden you once bore. Though powerless,
I thought I could chase away your melancholy.
After you betrayed your house, you grew dull, the cold
clarity in your eyes fading away. Yet you cannot hide
it—you dance like a demon among countless blades.
If my blood could sharpen you, I would gladly offer my neck.
You gave me so many joyful days. It is because of your
immense strength that you do not know how to care for
yourself, is it not? Your life is surely beyond my comprehension,
but regardless, you are happiness embodied to me.
Archival Purposes
Chapter 1: 00:00
Chapter 2: 07:05
Chapter 3: 17:14
Chapter 4: 24:05
Battle: 32:25
Summoning: 33:30
Story: F-H Swordmaster
One slice. Another. Sundered flesh, splattered blood—her arms
delight as she wields her blade like an extension of her body.
Those radiant days, the moments she spent with the girl—
quashed like a child's toy and shattered before their prime.
A killer protecting the life of another? A foolish notion.
She stares with clouded eyes and bloodied kimono at her cold
body, reminded of the downpour on the night she met the girl.
"How cruel God is, teasing us with a fleeting dream."
Weapon Story: Black Lotus
You taught me to walk the path of carnage. No matter how
I wailed, you stared down at me, expression never changing.
Like the superhuman divine, your spirit was transcendent.
You were everything that caused my heart to stir.
You freed me from a world of captivity. As we lived our
quiet, peaceful lives, I would sometimes see on your face
the shadows of the burden you once bore. Though powerless,
I thought I could chase away your melancholy.
After you betrayed your house, you grew dull, the cold
clarity in your eyes fading away. Yet you cannot hide
it—you dance like a demon among countless blades.
If my blood could sharpen you, I would gladly offer my neck.
You gave me so many joyful days. It is because of your
immense strength that you do not know how to care for
yourself, is it not? Your life is surely beyond my comprehension,
but regardless, you are happiness embodied to me.
