When I first fell into the martial world, I believed I would become a master, just like the protagonist of a novel.

That belief lasted only until I saw a man’s head fly through the air before my eyes.

“A martial arts master is not something a person ought to be.”

So much for martial arts. Then how was I supposed to earn a living?

When I thought about it, the answer was simple.

I was a writer.

Whether before I fell into this world, or now.