You stayed quietly at home alone.

In your mind, such a scene pops up.
A seasoned warrior, who seems to have been through countless battles, earnestly says to you,

“
They are so objective, so trustworthy.
They are the materials that compose the dragon-slaying sword.
Listen to their language,
abstract it into thoughts, and then condense the thoughts into a sharp blade.
Then you can defeat him.”

You recall a conversation with the veteran —a person with simple yet gorgeous makeup, a well-nourished figure, and a carefree appearance.
He calmly tells you,

“
He is my enemy and yours as well.
He is looks harmless, expressionless,
He is like a friend who will always accompany you.”

He gazes into the distance, furrowing his brows slightly, and says,

“
He is called ‘Boredom’,
my lifelong archenemy.
He acts arbitrarily and scorns everything about me.”

At this moment, he looks at his calloused and scarred hand, muttering to himself,

“
Perhaps he just wants to attach himself to me.
Under certain conditions, he would unhesitatingly devour my mind.
Sometimes I don’t even think it’s him doing it.”

The veteran slowly takes out a heavy cloth bag from his waist, filled with gold bars, and places it on the table, saying,

“
I have plenty of experience in resisting him.
I was tried to respond to him with material possessions and pleasure.
After receiving them, he would indeed leave satisfied.”

Suddenly, the veteran lifts his head and turns to you, locking eyes with you in a fiery gaze:

“
Friend, you cannot silently allow him to do this without any ambition!
Some thoughts endure for thousands of years in various forms of expression,
do you know why?”

The veteran slowly draws a beautiful sword from a plain scabbard and suddenly thrusts it into the gold bars on the table, piercing through multiple bars and directly into the table.

“
When you hear his mockery and groans, it means that carefree days have returned!”

You stare at the sword with a puzzled expression, and the veteran smiles,

“
Do you want to borrow my sword?
No, I won’t lend it to you.
It’s not because I’m reluctant, but because everyone must confront their own ‘Boredom’.
You must face your own war.”

Seeing your disappointed expression, the veteran looks up at the sky and says,

“
But I will never be stingy with using my thoughts to slowly solidify into the material for the sword.”

Suddenly, a fierce wind blows outside, pushing open the door.
The veteran slowly gets up, pats your shoulder, and says,

“
It won’t be long before he comes to find you.
If you don’t want to empty your belongings and become completely enslaved by him,
go and forge your sword.“