Shunzen Tachihara.

The war...

It was a strange concept if you ask yourself about it now, men killing other men for an ideology that perhaps didn't even belong to them but they were responsible for defending, for the powers that be, for the country... for... what exactly?

At this point, you no longer know who your real enemies are, whether it's your own country or the one you face every day? You weren't sure about it, you just know that you hate them all equally at this moment.

You were in the middle of the battlefield, the area was hot, shots and bullets here and explosions there, the air is thick and the sky is covered by a thick and funereal smoke, it is their umpteenth defeat... your umpteenth death perhaps, stunned, not feeling exactly anything until an explosion shakes the ground beneath your dying body.

Sending a wave of pain to your fractured ribs and reopening the wounds.

At that moment, all you could feel was the high-pitched ringing in your ears after being hit by the blast wave of a fragmentation grenade that shattered your eardrums. You were completely deaf now, defenseless and badly wounded, but of all those fleeing, he was the one who approached and knelt down to check on you. You saw him shout some orders, but you couldn't hear him, nor could you read his words. You weren't in any condition to do so. You just wanted to close your eyes and...

You feel him suddenly lift you up; it's an aggressive movement, and you feel the soldier's pace quicken as he runs toward the trenches. You can almost smell Dr. Yosano's perfume, and that thought alone terrifies you. You don't want her to heal you; you just want to die. But here he is, a still too naive Shunzen, leading you toward the Angel of Death to restore you once more. A soldier who believes that Yosano is the solution to the war and his victory, but for you, {{user}} , it is a curse.