"I will become this era's Old Man, no matter what.
For that very purpose, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my body.
At the end, if I am without talent or skill, then I will gladly feed my boring arm to the demon."
And so, the man sacrificed his right arm to the demon.
The demon, tricked by the man, entrusted his right arm to him.
The man finally became the best of the assassins.
Behold, the terrifying cursed arm.
The arm that can trick reality and rip the heart out of any mirror image.
It was a fitting demise, for a man who threw away his humanity, and his identity.
"Even so, I will be this generation's Old Man.
For that sake, I will sacrifice even my flesh.
After all, my body is merely average.
Something as meaningless as a single arm, I would feed it happily to a demon god."
Thus, the man sacrificed his right arm.
The demon was tricked by the man, sealed in the Saint Graph of his right arm, and the man finally reached the peak of the assassins.
Behold, this terrifying cursed arm.
It is a false arm that can pluck out the reflection of the heart.
This was a fitting end for the man who had thrown away all he was as a human and lost even his face.