Each chapter contains some extra artwork for it. One for the start, one for the end.
They have a random chance to appear on the title screen after completing the chapter.
- Spiteful Soldier -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
A boy who spent his childhood amidst the flames of an endless war. Such days cast a dark shadow over his heart, so his room in the manor was thoughtfully decorated with lovely trinkets in an effort to shine some light onto the constant eclipse of his soul.
Yet despite his care, the boy was ridden by anxiety and soon grew to loathe his own weakness. More than anything in the world, what he wanted was to become a strong man.
Main Outfit.
"Hey, so we're talkin' about pooling together to get a present for the captain."
"...Okay."
"Whaddya suppose he'd like?"
"And you're asking me...why?"
"'Cause he's always lookin' out for you."
"Like hell he is. He's just nosy."
"Sure. Never mind, then. We'll figure something out on our own."
"...He'd probably like food. Maybe a cake, or some meat..."
The boy walks a path of revenge. All the power he holds is for his own sake; everything in his way is cut down with his blade.
He has no intention of assisting wounded comrades. But once in a while—once in a rare, rare while — his true personality manages to shine through.
"C'mon. You know now's not the time to be hurt."
He helps his fellows in a blunt manner, complaining all the while that he would never have to do any of this if the support soldiers would just do their goddamn jobs...
Rend, slice, crush, break.
All I could do was kill my enemy. Push forward to revenge.
It ㅤ ㅤ wasn't ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ I ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ anything
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ like ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ had ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ else
I have
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ no ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ friends
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ no ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ family
ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ no ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ money
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ no ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ dreams
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ nothing
"I will never forgive the man who took my parents."
Will I be alone forever?
"I will kill him. That is the reason I live."
But even if I get revenge, there's no going back.
"Kill. Kill. Kill. I will take everything from him."
All I want is to see my parents again.
If this is hell,
I have nothing to fear.
But it is filled with endless light,
so I fear the shadows of a happy future.
So why do I wait for morning
on this path of endless night?
I told myself to never look back,
but I miss you so, so much.
I know the answer already. It's "what I've already lost."
The things I'll never get back, even after drowning myself in blood. And yet, that's the only thing I can do...
Behind the anger lies sorrow.
Behind the hatred lies weakness.
There are two sides to me.
There always has been. And I've always known it.
La 23:1 - Guardian of the Front
Here and now, a warrior's life ends.
I know not his name.
I know not his reputation.
I know not his wealth.
I know not the path he trod.
I know not why we have met.
But I know he had love, and that he fought for it to the end.
And I am the only one who knew this love.
XX/XX. A frigid dawn.
Hope is always just out of reach.
Is that why people long for it?
It is something I fear to reach out my hand for.
Indulging in the frigid pleasantness of solitude, I gaze upon the sliver of sky I see beyond the window frame.
Somebody once asked if I believed in our country's justice.
I fall silent and wield my sword with an empty mind.
I kill the enemy. Kill the enemy. Kill the enemy.
But where is my true foe?
There's something gloomy about this room: Even in daylight, darkness lurks in the corner, watching me. But when I tell my parents, they stroke my hair and say there's nothing to be afraid of.
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I hear the sound of marching soldiers and gunshots. The color of anxiety grows deeper and appears before me. Afterward, I stare at the corpses of my parents and curse my own weakness.
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I devote my life to anger and revenge, which calms me. All that ever mattered to me was my parents' love, and I will have revenge on the man who stole it away. This is my reason for living.
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But this makes me realize I've been living a false life. What did I strive for? What was I fighting for? I slowly close my eyes and pray everything will finally come to an end. Please.