Death is terrible for anyone. Young or old, good or evil, it’s all the same. Death is impartial. There is no especially terrible death. That’s why death is so fearsome. Your deeds, your age, your personality, your wealth, your beauty: they are all meaningless in the face of death.

The following year, I left home to live in the school dormitory. My mother said the 12 years she spent raising us, felt like an instant as if it were a fairy tale. She said so happily with eyes fixed on a distant mountain peak. Seeing that smile on her face, makes me very happy.

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.

People don't realize they aren't able to choose whether or not to believe something. If they subconsciously believe something, therein lies the potential for a curse.

When you're miserable, you need to make someone even more miserable than yourself.

The world as it is, the human nature as always, it is impossible to eliminate battles. In the end, killing is necessarily evil. If so, it is best to end them in the maximum efficiency and at the least cost, least time. If you want to slander that as foul and demean that as nasty, then do as you wish. Justice can not save the world. I have no interest with things like that.

In the battlefield, there is no place for hope. What lies there is only cold despair and a sin called victory, built on the pain of the defeated. All those people who met there have wholeheartedly admitted the evil and foolishness of this act called war. As long as people don't repent and don't regard it as the most evil taboo, then hell will endlessly reappear in the world.

I'm selfish, I know. But to keep you only mine, I will do everything I needed to do, even if it's illegal.

A half moon. A bright half and a dark half. Just like me.

It is pointless to question who someone really is. All you can do is believe and accept. Because the way you perceive someone is their true identity.

It's impossible to work hard for something you don't enjoy.

There is one thing I've learned here. To keep doing your best, up until the very end.

Everybody can fight. It's just a choice of whether you should.

I was just dreaming a little. About my old world. It's strange. In the dream, I wondered if everything here, in Aincard, if everything that had happened with you, was only a dream. I was really scared. I'm happy this wasn't a dream.

Welcome to My Forest adventurer...

Sunset...

Where's our future?

You mustn't to rush.Time isn't matter here...

Even death is trying to avoid this place...