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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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On a snowy day, the man with the scars and tears in his eyes, stood on the snowy ground strewn with gravel. He, alone, endured all the stares. On the snowy day covered in blood, that man presumed to use his presence to guard the person he wanted to guard...... But. How can you guard if you don't become stronger? But after becoming stronger? All the people to be guarded are gone. What is wrong is not the existence of the wrong itself, nor is it the world. Rather, it's the fact that I've realized my weakness, but I can't get stronger. If, my fate in this world is destined to be a tragedy. If that's the case, then ..... Since it's like that. Then I, will be that, the enemy of fate.