Everything in the world is repulsive. That was the only impression I had when I first became aware of the world. Sound, wind, light, water, earth, heat, people, gods, demons—all of it is omnipresent in the world. I perceived everything as repulsive in general. Not even I, the starting point of this perception, was an exception; with a sense of disgust (germophobia), I found everything in the world repulsive.
Even so. There was that repulsive guy who always haunted me.
「How are you?」
「Let's train? I can teach you amazing things!」
「Come on! I'll be supporting you!」
「I can introduce you to some of my friends' daughters, what do you think?」
「Some children would like to play with you, do you want to go?」
「As long as you smile and trust me, There's nothing I can't defeat. Because you're my little brother.」
Faced with the constant—and pathetic for a grown man of almost 30—pleas of his foolish brother who knelt beside him to be at eye level.
Faced with all this, only one answer came to mind.
And like a sigh of darkness—
「Disgusting.」
Yes, everything was disgusting. That fool who lived off the masses, following such a confused ideal.
"Winning with your smile"
What kind of stupid thing was that? It only made him look weak!
「Oh, that sounds strange to you, little brother. ? 」
Even though 20 years had passed since that day, this conversation still haunted him.
「 You're a fool, brother. Why would my smile give you power? To be strong for others? That only makes you pathetic. 」
Back then, saying such words to a man as legendary as his brother was an insult to everyone who knew him, but he didn't care about that repugnant "everyone."
「It's regrettable... well, hahaha, you can think that, but it's the strength and belief of all of you that drive me and give me the strength to win this war. As long as your dreams and prayers are entrusted to me and I can see your smiles, victory will always be achieved. I do this for everyone. 」
That was the crux of their misunderstanding. That disgusting "everyone" they exclaimed so much about.
「Who are "everyone"? What is this? All of this is uncertain, nothing logical. This...is going to kill you, you foolish brother. 」
Such words would sound like a threat or a bad omen, but the hero only laughed, always smiling, immaculate, foolish and naive. Who should be the oldest and the youngest here?
「Trust your brother, I will show everyone a true miracle. !」
That fool who considered himself invincible. He was disgusting. He would never understand a being like him. In truth, they were all equally stupid.
In the end—
「I'm going ■■■■■■ Everyone .」
That's what he kept repeating in his mind, while swinging the same blade in the same position for 20 years. It didn't matter the weather, it didn't matter the place, it didn't matter who was around.
• It doesn't matter that his fingers were broken by the blade's grip.
• It didn't matter that his shoes were torn and the soles were cut.
• It didn't matter that his stomach was digesting itself from hunger. .
• It didn't matter that deep dark circles were forming under her eyes.
Everything was irrelevant in the face of that malicious will that coiled around the heart of the Evil warrior. He was ■■■■■ and would always be so, following the path of ■■■■ to the end.