This blade, and its master, once had the opportunity to end his life. Yet in the end, this blade ended up shattered. One piece remains buried in the mud of that battlefield, and the other piece rests on the flowerbed's frame. 'That guy came with a score to settle.' 'That standard-issue longsword looked like a merc weapon.' 'Said he was getting revenge for a friend, but I had no idea who he was talking about.' 'The branches in this pot have already begun to turn yellow, and it'll be difficult for it to sprout new ones' 'What can one do when one’s lost one’s will to live?' 'Putting someone else's life above his own, a meaningless gesture.' 'Utterly ridiculous.' 'People always talk about how they're willing to get run through for their friends. You hear it a lot.' 'But when it comes to how many can actually live up to the talk... Hah, guess he's pretty impressive.' 'Ugh... the two branches here have tangled together and are starting to wilt. Going to have to prune them' 'When you prune them and let them bud again, the part that survives flourishes. Even plants are like that.' 'Too bad he didn't know how to swing a sword at all. Nothing but brute strength.' 'Even after I broke his blade, he still wanted to complete his revenge, literally tooth and nail.' 'He left his life behind so that the living could pay the price.' 'A somewhat interesting idea, but...' 'You'll never become strong if you only see your life as an extension of the dead.' 'When plants treat the offshoots that have been pruned and propagated as their own nutrition, they will flourish more vigorously, and perhaps even bloom more flowers.' 'All life is like this.' '......' 'This pot might not do too well in the greenhouse. Go take it to the balcony.' 'Maybe it'll grow into something new.'