It is a harmless wooden knife, carved by the previous Grandmaster, Raven, its grain still soaked with pine res…
It is a harmless wooden knife, carved by the previous Grandmaster, Raven, its grain still soaked with pine resin.
That year, he used it to exchange for the sharp blade in a girl's hand, as a gift for the grace of not killing.
The wooden knife has no edge and does not rust. Only time has polished it, making it increasingly smooth and warm.
Just like the wooden knife and the iron blade, fundamentally different: one born from trees, longing for sunshine and rain; the other forged from metal and stone, destined to cut through thorns.
Perhaps the moonlight was too beautiful that year, someone knew they were taking separate paths, yet still delusionally wanted to walk a little further with you.