Two days have passed since part of Sekiko Academy was destroyed, and Hakai who had to cooperate with the military for those two days finally got home, but he did not feel relieved. What he was about to do next was going to be even more difficult than all the things he did this week combined.
Hakai sat on his chair in front of his home office desk and sighed. When he was on the battlefield he always wished the conflict would end, and that he would be able to go home. He never expected that when he came home things were even more complicated than when he was on the battlefield.
'Am I actually missing those days?... Filled with metal birds in the sky raining down fire on the ground. Men and women screaming, praying asking for it to end. Those young souls who died with regrets unable to live the life they wished, unable to be who they wanted to be...'
