I'm floating.

My consciousness, which had sunk to the bottom of a deep, deep sleep, has begun to resurface.

Little by little, I'm regaining everything that I had forgotten for a very long time.

Ahhh... ahhh.

Air

Light

Smell

Prayer

Voice

Those gentle feelings that I have had over the years are now acting as nothing more than strong stimuli.

My consciousness, which is still closed by the curtain of hollowness and covered with a blanket of darkness, is slowly being pried open.

Ahhh... ahhh.

I remembered something.

I only remember one thing.

At that time, I couldn't fulfill that wish.

Yes.

That's right.

I wanted to die while fighting someone.

I didn't want a peaceful death.

Flesh being pierced, bones being broken, and blood being spilled.

I still wanted to fight; my will to fight hasn't been burned out yet, and I wanted to fall forward when my strength was exhausted from fighting, but at the end I hated my body for having deprived me of those freedoms. 

The abyss of martial arts.

The peak of martial arts.

After reaching those, the answer that I arrived at was... what was it?

That's why this time...

Surely, this time...

I will find the one that will kill me.