"Who am I?"
It felt like I had had a long, long dream.
Pure blue eyes, black earrings on the ears, ocher raised hair, three magatama reflected in the eyes, bandages, blood, war...
Can't remember.
"Ara, do you still remember your name?"
The silver-haired man wearing an eye patch bent his legs and gently curled the hair of the boy in front of him with his hands.
The young man has rare beauty in the world. His red pupils look at the person in front of him, like a delicate and weak flower.
Only Gojo Satoru knew that this was a flower blooming on a hillside made of blood and bones.
'Flower of Killing'
""God""
""God" Dai Qianli"
"My name. "
Act on behalf of God
Intention: Love even if you die