I wanted to be strong. Strong enough to let nothing stand in the way of my goals.
I wanted to be strong. Strong enough to be able to kill anything. Strong enough to fulfill the wishes entrusted to me.
In a maelstrom of malice, death swarmed everywhere.
A world of solitude, crowded with nothing but enemies. I was alone, condemned to live as earnestly as I could, swinging my sword. Thatâs the only thing I could do.
What supported my heart, my sole pillar, was merciless slaughter. And each one of the words left to me by the dying.
Those were the forces that moved me.
There were no other reasons.
I had no other reasons to live.
There was no one to tell me the answer.
Everyone had left me. They had all died. Died while entrusting me with their emotions.
I was alone. No one was at my side. Those days of happiness slipped through my fingers so long agoâŠI was completely alone.
But the âanswersâ they taught me lived inside me. They had entrusted their emotions to me, so I had to keep their âanswersâ within. Live on and youâll find the âanswerâ. I would blindly believe in their words and find it. The âanswerâ at the end of it all.
AndâŠandâŠ
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I had to live on.
I had to swing my sword.
I had toâŠI have to kill.
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And. And.
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I had to find the âanswerâ.
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And. And. And.
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This flame, this life they allowed to burn, must never go out. It must continue to shine.
That was my repentance, the duty placed upon me. The relay baton I was given.
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I had to carry it out, even if my body crumbled to dust. I had to at least kill the âPeddlerâ and the âAbominationâ, who tormented them throughout their lives.
I had to kill this whole, wrong world.
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âIâm sorry.
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Those were my last words before my sword slipped and fell, followed by a hollow sound of metal.