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Tale of End and Beginning
And then, it was all over.
Horrid scratch marks, a house torn apart, and broken furniture.
And a woman on the floor...
There’s no point asking whether she would survive.
That was probably the wrong question to ask in the first place.
I wasn’t expecting to interact with her.
It wasn’t even about being able to look at her.
The only thing that mattered was that she lived...if only she could’ve lived happily.
That would have been enough.
And yet, take a look: this was reality.
She’s gone/It’s your fault.
She was killed/It’s your fault.
That oni fled/You’ll need to kill it.
Don’t avert your eyes/Look away.
Carve that golden hair into your memory/It’s not over yet.
Take that thing’s head/You should kill yourself.
Who can I blame?/You mustn’t blame anyone.
And just like that, the man puts an end to his own delusions.
Oni must be killed.
It is that simple.
No, you need to think. You need to keep thinking.
Even if it killed you...even if you died...even if you rotted and sank into the earth...
I recall the gaze that looked up at me. It was as delicate and fleeting as a soap bubble on the wind.
It was quiet, devoid of any emotion.
It was a girl who was looking up at me.
There was guilt.
Oni are sinful, humans are sinful, the girl was sinful...
...and I am also sinful.
Not only do I carry sin, but I also carry duty.
I grip the sword’s hilt tightly.
I have no intention of giving it up to anyone, let alone allowing it to be taken from me.
“Killing that thing is my job.”
...Tsuna, Tsuna, TSUNAAA!
The oni’s claws draw near.
Something inside me stirs, filling my wavering heart.
I turn my body, swing my sword.
This battle and its truth...even its conclusion...will ultimately be lost to time.
Nobody understands, and nobody will come to understand...the reason she and I try to kill each other.