C422 Beginning of the Great War

On top of the littoral, Zuotong Chimu sat cross-legged on the surface of the water. His gray uniform had long since been washed to the point of turning white, and even the hair at his temples was completely white. Even the katana that was held in his hands had already turned gray, so with a single glance, one could tell that it had been holding the blade for a long time.

It was a katana