Bones as pieces, the battlefield as the board. Who makes the moves? Who plays the game? Blood dyes the land, and corpses stretch for thousands of miles. Who laughs aloud? Who sighs? The royal family's orphan, a prisoner of the earth, a young wanderer: which of these countless identities will be your final refuge? Which will be your ultimate home? A beauty's tears, wine in the cup; the burden of the realm rests on a man's shoulders! I will prop up the crumbling tower in this chaotic age! I will slay the treacherous villains! I will explore the vast world! I will become a peerless patriot! Since this field of bones is a cruel game, then I'll be a skeleton player who looks down on all directions!
