Divano was nearing fifty, having fought in over a thousand battles large and small throughout his life.
Before he earned the title of 'Sword Saint', he had both won and lost many battles.
After he earned the title of 'Sword Saint', he was unbeatable in every fight.
Each battle was a piece of sharpening stone that honed Divano's mindset to the sharpness of a sword's edge and brought about subtle changes to his body.
Abilities not common among ordinary people emerged within him.
When common folk looked at him, their eyes held respect and terror.
When he looked at common folk, his heart was filled with pride and disdain.
His attitude was like that which one has toward ants.
For, he believed this was proper.
For, that man who broke into the 'Sanctuary' thirty years ago had looked at him in the same way.
Back then, twenty-year-old Divano, who already had some renown within the 'Sanctuary', was seen as promising due to his outstanding talent and unyielding character.
