"Look, Senior. The human world was truly so vast," Kamizumi murmured softly. "And a warrior like me was so very small."
Compared to those things that truly mattered, he was tiny as dust!
Life was bitter and short.
From the instant he realized he was growing old, he had suffered for it. He struggled with all his might in every nightmare, and after opening his eyes, he could not help but weep.
Power, material things, wealth, class, status, fame...
There were too many precious things.
This world was too vast, vast enough to drive one to despair.
He had spent his entire life striving with all his strength, enduring day and night without wasting a moment, climbing upward with hope and ambition in his heart. Yet no matter how many accomplishments he attained or how high a position he gained, he was still no more than a drop in the ocean.
A human life was a small life.
Born in tears, grown through suffering, worn down by the years, and finally returned to death.
Every beginning stood close beside every ending.
It came too quickly for anyone to react.
Fine wine and beautiful women, happiness and joy, fulfillment and peace—there was too little of it all. Like morning dew, the moment his tongue tasted that trace of fragrance, it had already become an illusion.
What followed was anger, greed, and the hatred of asking why he could not endure forever!
And fear.
Death was already close at hand, and time waited for no one.
He did not want to die. He must not die. He could not die. He gripped his sword with all his strength and struggled until he had exhausted every ounce of his heart's blood. He wanted to preserve the legacy he had built over his life,