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I slowly open my eyes to a scene as wild as ever.

The world never changes, and little by little, I grow numb.

Just as before, I look up at the glowing clouds. Everything that happens next

seems to vanish before my eyes. I can't help feeling that fate is playing me for a fool.

But being able to have this family love that was never mine in the first place may not be a bad thing.

At first, I took up a sword taller than me simply to protect myself.

After I met him, I wielded it to cut away the weak version of myself.

When he disappeared, I took up my sword to avenge him.

Now, I wield it to protect the people who matter to me.

I don't want to see them hurt or cry anymore. I only want them to laugh.

To me, he mattered most when I was a child.

My friends mattered most when I was a teenager.

Now, those two little kids matter most to me.

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