Thunderstorms, hurried footsteps in the turbulent water, raindrops fell in this piece of the city, a group of soldiers in armor were escorting a weak person towards the edge of the city, the soil was like insects crawling in the raindrops slowly absorbed, one by one footprints stepped here, his body was supported by the soldiers, obviously no strength, strong and strong muscles stood out in the rain, he lowered his head, passers-by could not see his face clearly, what he felt was only a kind of despair, and there was only a messy fur-edged leather coat on his body, His hair was so long that it looked dirty and unclean, his feet were dragging on the ground, his fur pants were wet, his bare feet were running rampant on the stones, and the rain was mercilessly beating on his body, dripping from his hair, from his face to his chin, red but not fresh, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or raindrops. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let's go! Hurry up! The soldier's words were cold, scolding in his ears, but fading into obscurity, as if dissolving into the air with the rain.

He has no room to resist now, he can only be at the mercy of the soldiers, but he knows that his crime must be borne, a man should accept all this, a spirit of not giving up hits his whole body, he just wants to listen to his own voice, quietly alone, he likes one, a person studying his own sword, once the sword like an entourage has long been gone, he misses it very much, but he knows that it will all start again soon, fearless he waits for the final result.

"I now officially declare, exile Yunero!" A soldier who looked like a high-ranking officer read out the final treaty, the one that could not be violated, in the rain.

He lowered his head, the rain grew heavier and heavier, sliding down the sky and falling to the earth like a spirit, he was not nervous, everything was so quiet, the wait was long and quiet.

He didn't have a weapon, but he felt that a sword was communicating with him, and since he started practicing swordsmanship, he had always used a sword to become one with himself, so no one would be stupid enough to take the initiative to challenge him, and if he had, he would probably be in the grave now.

If he had that sword now, maybe the raindrops that fell here wouldn't be so clear, maybe people wouldn't be so calm and still reading the ritual, maybe the silence would be broken after all, everything would be peaceful, and the sense of fear would bring people.

The rain continued to wash the place, and the serious expressions on the faces of the soldiers did not change as if they were going to eat him, and now he could only obediently obey every word on the paper.

It's time for it to end.

In an instant, the long sword on the soldier's waist disappeared in people's eyes, the chains immediately broke free, the smile crossed everyone's sight, the rain faded and thinned, and was ruthlessly cut into several sections, the shadow instantly skipped the soldier's side, and in slow time, he shuttled through the flesh with the shadow of the sword that he couldn't see, a beautiful neck landscape was stained with the blade, and the luster was revealed, the senior soldier on the stage had not come back to his senses, only a surprised expression was frozen in the air, only silence at the moment, and everyone immediately fell to the ground.

The rain washed away the blood, and the red stained the place, and the soldiers who arrived immediately were at a loss for what to do, so they could only chase forward.

Without a word, he ran to the docks, disappeared in the rain and mist by boat, fled the city, and drifted out into the sea.

Brave and stupid, there is only one sword.

The dream of the past still haunted him, and he thought that the sword that dominated him was the best weapon to prove that he was stronger than anyone else. Yunero, the last of his race, has swung his sword, the remnants of his butterflies flying, and the sun shines on this island, and since his exile here, he has continued to cultivate himself to become stronger. This is the island of masks, an unknown place on this planet, the easternmost point of the legend, where there is very little life, and there is no trace of human beings, but he has lived here for ten years, communicating only the way of the sword every day, pursuing the true meaning of the unity of man and sword, the body is the strong muscles after cultivation, strong physique and burly arms, a few scars can be faintly seen on the bare muscles, that is the proof of cultivation, the lower body is wearing leather wide oriental shorts, and there is a fur belt around the waist, like ancient soldier leather armor, With shoulder pads and ancient oriental bracers on his arms, the traces of time allowed him to cover his face, his face was wearing a mask that he had not taken for many years, the mask of a ghost samurai, he was shocked, he didn't dare to look directly, no one had seen his face, but behind that mask was hidden the face of a swordsman, he must be calm, he would not panic in the face of danger, and he would use everything he had learned to fight, he was not a faceless man, and he remembered his name, Yunero.

Yunero was lying in the sun, the shade of the trees just covered him, making him feel very cool, a round straw hat on his face, crossed his legs, leisurely enjoying the coolness, the sword was quietly by his side, never left, this sword had been with him for a long time, the slender blade, the brown-black luster, the Oriental hilt, it was an unusual sword.

The waves eroded the boulders on the shore, and the beach was full of animal remains, he woke up, put on his straw hat, patted the ashes on his body, and picked up the slender sword with his left hand, the blade swinging down behind him, Yunero took a breath and felt the breath of the sea, the sea breeze blew, caressing his cheeks, there was no fight, no danger, he felt very comfortable.

How many years have passed, this place is still deserted and inhabited, before he came here, there was still a group of ogres on the island, Yunero used the survival skills he had learned to protect himself, and slowly solved these ogres in his own way, he learned to build his own house, use the tall trees on the island, collect food, look for a place to practice, a quiet place, he found a cave on the edge of a cliff with a strong spring, at that time he did not have his own sword, and found a weapon in that cave, which is also a sword that he has always carried with him, The slender sword, the sword exudes a black aura at the beginning, and then gradually brightens, the sword aura is like a sharp thorn, and it is like a hurtful word in the abdomen that stabs people's hearts, when Yunero held the sword for the first time, he found a powerful power, although he couldn't control it, but after continuous cultivation, he finally became one with this sword, and the sword at this time was not like a weapon, but more like a friend.

Yunero stood on the seashore, looking at the waves in the distance, rushing to the shore layer after layer, hitting the boulder, then fading, rushing towards the boulder again, looping back and forth countless times, as if he did not give up and longed to repel the boulder one day, but it was useless.

The sun shone past him and spread on the beach, and Yunero was more like a ronin and a speechless poet, reflecting beautifully in this boundless place.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such beautiful sunshine." Yunero muttered to himself, his voice was calm and deep, and the loneliness of the years brought him only an old heart, and now that he was forty years old, he was no longer like he was back then.

Not as good as himself back then, but he still stands tall He has learned a lot, in the face of the loneliness and loneliness of the endless night, he began to marvel at the changes that the years have brought to him not only the change of appearance, but also the change of people's hearts, suddenly, optimistic himself, there may be nothing that can break him again, Yunero, like a praise word in the dictionary in the mouth of future generations, may not remember him, what is feelings, the previous Yunero would take anyone's life without scruples, but at this time he was not the same as then, may calm down and talk about life and time with the life under the sword, this is his change, the gift left to him by the years.

"It's time to go back." Yunero stared into the distance, the world is no longer the same as before, it is changing, the planet is changing, changing step by step, it is difficult to say whether it is getting better or worse, but he feels that unknown life will always come, and the old life will go where it should go.

All this will come eventually, and it is better to wake up sooner than to see it clearly.

Yunero's sword trembled with the sound of the sea breeze, and he knew that the way back would not be too long, and it would not be too late for him to be now.

It's never too late to be the last man in the race.