Makoto Fujioka
Hungry Curses
Magatsu Aoyama
Disregarding the pressure, defying the futility and not taking one step backwards it gazes down as singular attention focuses on the thing in front of it.
̵͘“̵̴A̷͘͞͝҉a̶̴͢͢á̢̛a͠ą̡҉̸̢A̴̵̛͠á̸͏̴͠A̶͟A͘͢͠a̴͟͞ a̧͟͢͝A͢͝a͏̷̡́A̷҉́Á̧̛͜A̵̢̢̛Á̴̡́a̶̴̴͡͠a̸̢̛̛͜a̵͢͡͞a ͘͜͏̛a͞͏̀͞a̴͞a̸͝a̶̡̕͏́…͏͢͞”̢̧͘
Form twisting and swords rearranging to the sounds of metallic distortion and breath tinted with malicious hunger not a single step back is taken even under a weight to surpass the world. After all even if it had been by itself such an option was simply never there in the first place. Advance forward and cut everything apart, this cacophony of refused everything else, thus preparing it refuses to offer anything to answer the question presented to it.
How strange…
Boom…
Crash…
Split…
Crunch…
A dream like concert of illegible emotions and noises flows through my head. It is both consumingly loud and yet at the same time muffled and distant. I have no way to tell but I feel as though I am floating but perhaps I am simply falling into this red and blue blackness. My mind breaks apart and drifts around as each ripple of sound travels through me. It’s funny, or maybe it isn’t but in this illegible haze I have embraced I feel no fear or anxiety truly a strange faith. Do I believe in myself, do I believe I’ll succeed, do I even believe I’ll survive?
"Why call out someone you cannot hope to defeat? The 'new world' my other self would have created was your only possible salvation, any other path leads directly to me, and yet you rejected it at every turn."
At first I saw nothing but now a piercing wave that sounded strangely like a question has given this haze a strange sense of clarity? Aha funny, funny, super-duper funny. Even in this formless myriad of colours I can see a star shining beyond the borders of the sea.
But…
Why am I doing anything?
What was I hoping to achieve?
Did I ever truly care about the world?
Was anything worth saving?
Drowning in this sea I watch the little shadows bubble to and fro beyond my grasp. So many question where I don’t even know if the answer exists anymore and yet…
An absolute sense of confidence.
Its explicable but despite everything such as that burning star the assurance that as long as I have myself nothing will stand in my way remains…
“Heh…
Ha ha ha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!-”
Why don’t you tell me?
A worthless faith maybe but it is one that I will not surrender. Trust in myself and trust in this sword, even if this haze tries to consume me once again I shall not let this clarity go. Preparing myself I focus on what I’ve realized I need to do while leaving this strange other self to run wild.
I’ll exploit and plunder this whole situation so just watch Sensei I’ll show you what I’ve learned and thwart your secret homework.
“̵̨͝-̵͏̶͞H̢́͟e̵͜͟͢͠ḩ̸̵̛͟…̢̡
͏̷̡̢
̴̢̡Ḩ̢͘͟͟a͡ ̨͟͜h҉̛a͘͝ ̴̡̛̀͜h̷̸̢ą͝͝ ͏Ḩ̸̸́Ą̨̧̢͜Ḩ̸͞Ą͡͞H̸̶́À̶̛͞H҉̷̸̸͟A̵̷͝H҉҉̶Ą̴̵̨͡H ̢̛͏Ą̸͜H̴͜͡Á̵H̢͢͡A̧͟͜͠H̶҉A͘̕͡͡͝H͏̷A̸͠H̢͘͜͟A̶̶H͏̨A ͢͏̡͟͡H̡͘͢A̸H́͢͞͠Ą͏̛̕H̀͝Ą̛҉H̷̡À͞!̸̨̡̕”̸̀͡
In spite of an absolute and in defiance of superiority laughs undaunted.
Reset, restart, recreation, I will start this process as many times as it takes. forge and temper this soul (blade) and sever everything!
The Ache of hunger and the passion of malice mix with the cacophony of emotions that whirls like a storm as swords are created and destroyed within its grasp. Its never wavers from the thing in front of it as it slides into a stance before pulling back its arm to hurl the sword within its grasp with its fully strength. Even if futility tries to claim it it will defy, if that strike doesn’t work it shall dash around and begin with another.
A dance of raining swords that will not succumb and neither shall I.