He was once a white-robed holy monk revered by all, yet he bore the supposed duty of saving the world. "Now I save all these people, but who can save me?" How laughable. His white robes were stained with blood, yet no one knew that he had saved them all.
When he opens his eyes again, perhaps the world has changed beyond recognition. Or perhaps Heaven has finally opened its eyes. It seems nothing binds him to this place anymore. He shakes his head. Perhaps this time, it would be nice to be a monk who never takes the vows. A monk who never takes the vows would not have to save all these people.
