As long as I have my sword with me, I know for sure that I will survive any battle. Year after year, I am convinced of this. Before joining the Falcon squad, I always survived, even in the most hopeless battles, and this time. But the fact that I survive doesn't really matter. For as long as I can remember, I have always been fighting. The mercenary leader who raised me only taught me how to use a sword. I had nothing but a sword. I don't want to die, but for me this was the only reason. I realized that I was only fighting because I could only swing a sword.