I was once the Supreme Martial Artist, revered by tens of thousands. But now, I am merely a vagrant, scrounging for food with stray dogs in a street corner. The blood of a venomous serpent once granted me unparalleled divine power, yet my brother's poisoned wine cast me into the abyss. My memories were brutally excised, leaving only hunger and cold, and the faint, powerful illusions that felt alien to me. It was in the sixth month of my wandering. Filthy and disheveled, I caught a whiff of unease near an alley entrance. A few ruffians were cornering a woman in training attire—Lavina. She was beautiful, like a drawn sword, and her beauty had clearly drawn unwanted attention. I should have turned away, avoiding trouble as I usually did. But for some reason, a strange yet familiar fury ignited in my chest. My body acted before my mind, my grimy fists whistling through the air. The ruffians didn't even see my movements before they fell to the ground, howling. That power, that swiftness, felt alien even to me. Lavina's eyes held a hint of curiosity, a touch of admiration, and a flicker of... pity. She asked no questions, simply took my hand and led me back to the martial arts hall she managed with her father. The Master was an old man, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, yet brimming with wisdom. He looked at me, shaking his head with a sigh, as if beholding a treasure covered in dust. "Your skill is extraordinary, yet you are consumed by amnesia. A pity," he pondered for a moment. "The hall needs an odd-job man. I'll provide food and shelter, but no pay." I nodded. It was the most generous offer I had heard in six months. At least, I would have a roof over my head, no longer having to fight dogs for scraps. A new life began, but danger stealthily drew near. While cleaning the martial arts hall one day, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure crashed into my awareness. He wore brand new training attire, his eyes sharp, yet upon seeing me, there was a flicker of undetectable panic and unease. Was he my... enemy? Or... family? I didn't know, but a primal chill ran down my spine. He was the brother I had personally cast into the abyss, now reappearing in my new life as a student. While wiping a dusty wall, my gaze inadvertently fell upon an ancient, treasured sword. It hung silently, a faded ribbon wrapped around its hilt. In that instant, a blinding white flash erupted in my mind: blades clashing, shadows dancing, flesh and blood flying... Was it my past? Or a future yet to be unearthed? I gripped the broom tightly, my fingertips ice-cold. Were forgotten powers and a fated enemy silently awakening, stirred by this very sword?