In the Martial World, at any moment, someone might fall into a pool of blood, someone might die in a foreign land. Perhaps today they wear splendid clothes, ride fine horses, drink freely, and sing loudly, fearlessly wandering the end of the world, reveling in their grudges and vendettas. Yet, tomorrow they may not see the sun of the day after, or smell the scent of rice by the village from their childhood.
The great renown once achieved gradually gets worn away by time until no one cares, no one fears it.
Even those as strong as yesterday's Martial Arts Legends, how could they escape such a fate?
When a legend dies, with the passage of time, the calves of the future may hear that old, outdated name and dismiss it lightly with a, "it's nothing special"!
