Hitsugi no Maou

Life is a story. And stories always have ends.

Happy or otherwise, it all makes sense. Just as there is not one and the same thing in a person's life, so is the end of the story. Also, each one is unique.

The story should always end blessed, even if it is filled with pain and sorrow.

Because the fact that one person walked through a story, a life, is something that only deserves satisfaction.

In the end, death is a privilege.

So you have nothing to be afraid of.

- I think it's something I've been telling such a big lie about for hundreds of years, like a loser howling home lesson.

All life is worth it. It's all worth it in the end.

I guess if you assume that, at least you can turn away from your worthless life.

Let Yuk tell you, the descendants of the brave men were not walking their stories as one. To prepare for the threat of immortal giants to be resurrected hundreds, thousands of years later, the human pillar.

It's the only thing that has no unique story or shit to the people who have been carried by such a fate.

Parents, children and grandchildren all live in the same way as they pushed judgment, and die in the same way.

The prelude is to forge yourself desperately that you are the chosen brave man who will save mankind, and that you could be.

Gaining strong power to extricate sword moves and waiting for the arrival of a calamity (whispering) that you should fight with the legacy of the brave man in your hands - it is a good place to think about eventually losing your ankle and leaving your child (or today).

Nothing is done, nothing can be fought, in the life of pure poverty, surrounded by the eyes of family pity to die, is the end.

Where in this is the raw human being to be blessed.

Where in this is a satisfactory element?

Yuk became suspicious by the death of his grandfather and gained certainty by the death of his father.

The legend tells us that our destiny is worthless.

Hilnor's legacy is that the dream of one of his descendants defeating the immortal giant makes the Euks fall out of their position as the protagonists of their respective lives, a curse.

To follow Hilnor's will is to spoil to the ends of his story.

Being an abandoned pawn (sesame seeds) to give birth to descendants confronted by a truly immortal giant, who one day appears.

Whoever defeats the immortal giant will surely be admired by the rest of the world and will receive the love and respect of the people.

Hilnor, the ancestor of that man, will also be newly inscribed in his memory as a great brave man.

The only protagonists are the first brave men and the last.

In the meantime, no one can turn a blind eye to the mountains, to the unnamed victims, to the bodies of those who have failed to be brave.

I can't forgive you for that.

I can't accept playing worthless end-users and so on, assuming that my life is worth it.

I thought I'd have to recreate the story. I thought I had to rob the lead seat.

I worked hard for it and gained strength for it. The legacy of the brave, inherited to be directed against the immortal giant, was directed against the family kinsmen and slain them all.

The first time I killed him was my sister, who hadn't even grown teeth yet. The feeling of passing on the flesh-slapping sword was as whispering as cutting cotton (me), something that was not enough to take.

My mother's skinny neck fell like a dead branch.

My uncle (uncle), who repeated the words I don't understand, resisted, so he chopped them into perseverance (as he did) until they ran out of shape.

To be the last brave man in the house to convey the sword of the flesh, he wiped out the other candidates.

Then he gathered the necessary companions, deceived the necessary man, and shed the necessary blood. It is the story of the most powerful General Euk, whose story he so altered even obeyed the immortal giant who was supposed to have been the biggest villain.

Yuk won his fate. I beat Hilnor's curse. I destroyed his story and put it together.

It was a truly worthwhile life.

Yuk stayed as he wanted to be and lived as he wanted to be without being constrained by anything else.

All the stories of others who are obscure have crushed, invaded, and their ambitions have been made everything.

This time too, I'm going to.

Because every defeat is a denial of his painted story.

What I assumed was a worthy ending was downright.