The Hundred-Year Sword That Grinds Men

A thousand years ago, a rift tore open in the heavens, and alien beings descended from beyond the sky. Humanity retreated behind high walls, forging their bodies with qi and blood, surviving each day in the midst of crisis. In this world, everyone believes in qi and blood as the way of martial arts, and heavy blades to break the enemy. Only one orphan, with no kin and no one to rely on, picked up an old, thin iron-bamboo sword and set foot on an ancient martial path that the world considered absurd. A hundred years of time slowly ground past, and hardship never ceased. It ground down his solitary temperament, ground the sword covered in wind and frost, and also ground this human world where, even in desperate straits, he still loved to joke and to mutter about a hot meal. Disaster hangs over the city walls, and all living beings struggle to survive. He holds this one sword, not to cut away all the suffering in the world, but only, through repeated grinding, to slowly endure alongside the human world. This sword is named Hundred-Year Grinding of Men. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Hundred-Year Sword That Grinds Men — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠