In the Southern Border, among endless mountains.
On the border between the Human Clan and the Demon Clan, there are countless unremarkable small mountain villages, far removed from the world of martial artists, living a simple life of men farming and women weaving.
The men of the village sometimes also take on some hunting tasks, and if they can bring back a wild beast, the villagers in the village can eat well for several days!
In the ancient mountain village, one day, there arrived an injured young boy. The boy looked only about fourteen or fifteen years old, but his pair of cold eyes made even the strong men in the village feel a chill.
The boy's clothes were stained with blood, and when he reached the village, he seemed almost on the brink of death.
He was like a stone, not speaking to anyone, just sitting under a big tree at the village entrance for one day, two days, three days...
