秀真

Spring arrives. He's eating more often now. Trying to avoid fatigue with a balanced enough diet instead of convinence foods.

Days repeat into an endless, unfulfilling monotony.

I do not presume. this blade tells me all I need to know. your blood will feed it.

evil will be slain.

| cleaning out my following base.

Time passes. Hotsuma gets old.

Another chapter of torment.

a creature haunted by death.

"I am no hero. I am...mostly a cleaner."

your choice is forfeit.

the work must continue. the blade must feed. life, death - all are secondary to the blade.

winter in the city. holidays. the work must continue.

in hell.

"To move forward, no matter what torment lies ahead."

silence.