A Lone Sword Immortal

Starving in a refugee caravan, I was given a choice: kill for food or die forgotten. An old man tossed me a rusty machete and promised half a dried ration for one life taken. The next day, I devoured a whole blood-soaked ration, and he asked if I wanted to become his disciple. I didn't hesitate. From the depths of desperation, a blade saint is born—one who will carve his path to immortality through rivers of blood and unyielding will.