Why…
W—why…
…why?
Creeeash—!
"Do you want blood?"
A whisper.
Soft.
Close.
"Yes…?"
"No…?"
"Bloody Blade Corps…"
A faint laugh echoed.
"Truly… parasites of the great expanse."
"Hehehe…"
A pause.
"…Please…"
"…return my heart…"
Silence swallowed everything.
Elsewhere—
A woman stirred.
Crimson hair spilled across her waist like a blooming lotus, vivid and dangerous.
She rose slowly, bare feet touching the cold floor.
Yet her body radiated a quiet heat,
Like a warm embrace yet one wouldnt help but feel.chills at the thought.
As she moved toward the bath, something caught the light.
A golden mask rested upon the table.
It looked ancient—carved like a mountain Buddha, its surface glowing with a soft, sacred aura.
She paused.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"Oh, young master…"
Her voice was gentle.
"My dearest brother…"
A quiet breath.
"Your sister will arrive soon."
....
High above—
A young man stood upon a balcony.
Shirtless.
Still.
His long blue hair was tied loosely behind him. Crimson eyes gazed into the distance—deep, endless, like pools of blood.
"Brother…"
He smiled faintly.
"I wonder if that half-blood running through your veins…"
A pause.
"…will be enough to satisfy my craving."
The Li Clan stirred.
Throughout the citadel, descendants moved with purpose. Weapons were sharpened. armor prepared.
The air itself seemed to tremble.
The time had come.
Enrolment into the Bloody Blade Corps.
...
"I'll take this one… and that one…"
A voice echoed somewhere deep within the clan.
"Yes… that one as well."
A low chuckle.
"Master Senshi's Blade Heart Theory… truly worth studying."
Hidden within a quiet chamber—
Li Mu packed his belongings.
Books.
Scrolls.
More books.
A faint sigh escaped him.
"Done."
He paused.
Then frowned slightly.
"…Now can you stop staring at me?"
Silence.
"If I didn't know better," he muttered, "I'd think you were some kind of watchdog."
A pause.
"…Let's hope not."
From the shadows—
a figure emerged.
Cloaked.
A letter rested in her hand.
"From the Clan Leader," she said.
"He requests that you open it on your way."
She turned.
"Swoosh."
Gone.
Silence returned.
Li Mu looked down at the letter in his hand.
Then stepped onto the balcony.
The skyline stretched before him.
Endless.
Beautiful.
"Breathtaking…"
He exhaled softly.
"Truly… man builds."
A pause.
His gaze darkened slightly.
"…but why does he always force himself to slaughter?"
His fingers tightened around the letter.
For a brief moment—
his expression hardened.
Cold.
Sharp.
Then—
it vanished.
Calm returned.
But beneath it—
something lingered.
A killing intent so deep…
it felt less like a human's—
and more like that of a god of slaughter.