My legend started in the 12th century.
I believe it was midsummer's day when the rays of the sun were strong? No... it was a chilly autumn... at that time, I was "bad." Now that I think of it, it was probably already winter. I was so "bad," I was famous amongst the public for being "bad." All of my friends were bad guys. All of the beautiful women were fighting over me. No... it was definitely summer. It was a very hot midsummer's day. I remember it like that. I was different like now, I was a man shaped like a knife. However, without knowing why, I felt elegant. Everybody said so. Even now I'm called that. Having said that, at that time it probably wasn't said like that, but little by little it had started to be said. it unexpectedly kind. If I think about it, i was probably feeling elegant. As a result, I was amazing. Even now I am amazing, but nevertheless I was "bad." On a winter day when everything was elegant...
Now then, shall I speak about my legend?