"From that moment on, I understood: for the rest of my life, I am to be the sword in his hand, to do my small part for the road he illuminates."
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the blade in his hand reflecting the firelight, as if a certain white-haired silhouette was mirrored on it as well.
"I did, through effort and… some favor from Destiny, manage to luck my way into Legendary power, but compared to him, this power is still no more than a firefly before the Sun."
"The enemies he faces, the responsibility he bears, the path he walks… are things I am, for now, nowhere near reaching."
"All I can do is keep honing myself, becoming stronger, tougher, and more useful."
"That way, on some day in the future, when he needs me, I might finally be worthy to become the sharp blade in his hand."
Fao's tone was flat; there was no impassioned speech, yet within it lay a rock-solid, unshakable conviction.
