The Hatred's Cause and Effect
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The Hatred's Cause and Effect
くそ こいつ 正気か…
Damn, is she out of her mind?
Such a crazy technique...
When her body collides with mine, both of our bodies get blown away...
(lit. it's “half of the body” in both cases)
That's the kind of technique this is!
The amount of damage at that time is up to luck.
It's a way to go down fighting that can't even be called a technique.
(Lit.: A strategy of honorable death that...)
What an awful fighting style...
It's so disgusting that I might throw up...
To hear that from you, the warrior with the most beautiful technique
is the greatest honor.
Oh my, oh my!
Having come this far, they start slinging mud...
The resurrected warrior had been fighting so very beautifully, but
it must feel as if she were suddenly dragged into a swamp by her legs
(lit.: from beneath her feet)
as for me...
What's up with that?
I generously waited for so long, but you haven't recovered at all!
You overused your strength in the very beginning and don't even have enough youki left for regeneration.
That's why I hate to have children as opponents.
And here I thought I would get to enjoy myself a little.
It's really a shame.
But I've had enough.
Go ahead and die.
I'll do the same to you.
Look at you!
You can still keep going if you just set your mind to it.
But it's a little
And just like that
It was averted...?
Based on my analysis, I would have thought that a technique that alters a sword's trajectory can at best be used against a single opponent, ...
so that would mean...
For crying out loud, no matter what that girl does,
it really is never of any use to me.
Given that someone is messing with both my sword movements and my vision,
these two could get a little annoying.
Just what am I doing here...?
Why would I do this
to a fellow warrior...
(Lit.: Against a fellow warrior... // something like this...)
My... my body...
My body is hurting...
I was cut...?
My... my wounds...
the scars where I was cut all over my body...
Wh... What the hell!?
What is going on here?
Could it be that she is about to
remember her final moments?
The sword attacks of many comrades are falling onto my body.
The comrades' faces are distorted with fear.
I knew from the moment I created my technique that it was warped.
It was a technique I came up with on the spur of the moment in order to save my friends and class mates, but in the end, the strange nature of this technique caused those friends to keep a distance.
I decided deep down to never again show (lit. expose) that technique in front of others
Even the warrior number 5, who had approached me and said she admired me, called me "Dust Eater" and left.
Once, I carelessly used the technique right before the eyes of a lower ranking number.
That person was the sole survivor of a failed awakened hunt.
It was coincidence that I happened to be there, and though it was in order to save her,
I ground my teeth in vexation for only being able to fight with such a technique.
She clung to me and cried,
and thanked me over and over again.
I thought that that number 35 warrior had a little bit of a crazy side to her.
Even after that, she would often accost me in a friendly manner for some reason, without consideration to the separation (lit. fence) created by that number.
I thought this strange, and one day, I asked her about it.
And she calmly answered that she became attached to me because when I wiped the dirt off my face after the battle, it looked just like the cat she had had at home.
Before I embraced a variety of feelings, I burst out laughing.
Seeing me like that, she also laughed along, even though she had no idea what it was about.
From then on, we became true friends.
One day, she headed towards an awakened hunt.
The leader was the number 2 at the time, Roxanne.
An indescribably anxiety came over me.
An unidentified uneasiness boiling in my chest.
I wished from my heart that she would accomplish her mission and return home without incident.
My fears came true.
She was turned into the awakened being's plaything.
She underwent every possible assault, had her limbs torn off...
I was told that in the end, the awakened being kept playing with her even when she was reduced to only her head.
It was Roxanne's first failure at an awakened hunt.
But the other 3 people, including Roxanne, had not incurred a single injury.
What might that be...
It's the head of the awakened being that you failed to kill back then.
I won't let you say that you forgot.
Oh, is that how it was?
I do so many awakened hunts that I totally forgot.
This awakened being is so really... really weak.
It's definitely not an opponent that you, the number 2, would fail to kill.
It (he? she?) clearly said so:
While she was being tormented during that awakened hunt, you simply looked on without getting involved at all.
But that girl,
After a while, she seemed to be having so much fun,
I didn't think I should interfere...
I lost myself.
I drew my sword and wielded the technique called Dust Eater for the first time in public.
Look, look at that technique!
What the hell is that?
How clumsy and disgraceful
Isn't it ridiculous?
But aside from Roxanne, no one laughed at me.
They were simply afraid of its strangeness.
Now that I think of it, the fact that there were so many warriors at the organization
is probably because Roxanne had advised that I was planning an insurrection against the organization.
Even though their faces were stiff with fear,
many warriors drew their swords without hesitation and charged at me.
While cutting many, and being cut by many,
all I did was head towards Roxanne.
I was not in the least concerned about evading my comrades' attacks.
In return for cutting my comrades, I was prepared to be cut too.
I lost my right arm, I lost my left leg, had one eye gouged out.
And yet I drew near to Roxanne without losing speed.
What stopped my close-to-the-ground movements
was not a blade, but the sharp hilt of a sword.
It was something that, as a rule, was unbecoming for Roxanne,
A sword style called the blade of evil.
I lost my remaining limbs and was cut to pieces by the hands of the many comrades that were present,
without being able to land a single hit as revenge for my friend.
(lit. without even being able to repay a single arrow)
All I had wanted was to stay with my friend forever.
What is this huge rise in youki...?
one of them...
Such an inappropriate phrase from Daae...! Had he predicted all of this!?
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