- Reborn Truant -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
This is the story of when the lonely boy arrived at a certain truth.
The boy finally fulfilled the revenge he had long been seeking, but the truth he earned as his reward snatched away all he had trusted in thus far. Family, love, effort, hatred, sadness, anger, trust, hope — all were swallowed up by somber reality.
I want to run, but cannot. How do the scales sway when weighing one's own life against another? Was I spineless, or simply pragmatic? If anyone knows the answer, please tell me.
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I grasp my sword with shaking hands. Can I complete my mission like this? Perhaps it's right for my body to loathe the task I must do. In that case, my spirit — which obeys — is in the wrong.
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I complete my first mission today. The dying soldier's eyes stare at me, and I feel like the blackness of his pupils swallow me whole. "For justice," I say to myself. "For justice."
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The soldier's blood drips from the tip of my sword, its red the concentrated color of all the world's hate. That hate is caked on me now; I can no longer turn back.
