One evening, after a long day of training and recruiting allies, Kento found himself sitting on a hill overlooking a valley. The stars shimmered brightly in the night sky, and he felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Memories of his village flooded back—his friends, the laughter, and the warmth of home.
As he gazed into the vast expanse, he reflected on the path he had chosen. The pain of loss remained fresh in his heart, yet it drove him forward. He understood that he could not bring back the past, but he could honor it by protecting others. Kento began to write in his journal, documenting his experiences, hopes, and the lessons he learned along the way.
That night, a flicker of doubt crept in. Was he strong enough to confront the darkness? Would he succeed in his mission? As these thoughts swirled, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, as if reassuring him. In that moment of solitude, Kento realized that he was not alone. The spirits of those he lost were with him, guiding his every step.
Determined to push through his doubts, Kento stood up, resolved to embrace whatever lay ahead. He would fight not just for himself, but for the memories of those who had fallen. With renewed purpose, he continued his journey, knowing that his connection to the past would fuel his future.