My Sword of the God of War

...So we meet again.

Rather, do you still remember?

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I see. So you...remember that.

How strange... Or perhaps not. I have come to understand that human memories are unpredictable.

I may be repeating myself, but I shall explain the bare minimum...

We are within my memories. The memory that equates to a dark wasteland.

Regardless, this place has nothing of value.

To rephrase, this is the memory of my birth.

If this dark wasteland was formed using memories of my life...

...then my life was...

No, this place was given shape by memories created before I walked my so-called life.

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This is where I was discovered, where I awakenedthis cave.

A darkened ruin. Remnants of a civilization thousands of years ago...or so I hear.

How do you see it? I can only see it as a dark cave...

This is an ancient ruin left in the Sahara Desert. Within, the Hun elders sought me out.

To be exact, I was not born a Hun.

But the ones who raised me and made me into their king were undoubtedly the Hun elders.

In my youth, after killing a soldier for the first time, I was told...

...That I exist to fight.

This crest of war on my flesh, and this sword of the War God... I had them from the very beginning.

I had no father or mother. I was simply discovered by the descendants of the Huns.

I was asked to become destruction itself. So...

That is what I did. I became destruction incarnate.

...I did not want to kill. Yet I did not and still do not understand the so-called value of life.

I do not know many things. Oh, how I do not know so very much of this world's matters.

If things are taken, broken, killed...what becomes of it?

These things simply vanish from this land for eternity.

It's simple. It's plain and simple.

Destruction is...something easily accomplished, yet irreversible.

However, my existence adapted well to the act.

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Who knows. That is a difficult question for me.

It's what you call emotions, correct? I know.

I understand that others possess them. However, I cannot feel.

What exists within me is only...

No. Let's speak of it later.

I might have worried too much over small matters... It looks like that thing from the wasteland has come to pursue me.

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Now, let us battle, like we always do. I won't mind if you just step aside and watch.

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...I see. Then let's go.

That does it. Hmm.

I must apologize. It seems my idle chatter has attracted something unnecessary.

...You sure are curious.

...Is that so.

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...Okay.

Then I'll continue. Let me tell you what is inside the vessel shaped as I am.

I do not feel the emotionsthe sadness, the happinessthat you people do.

Instead, there is only destruction.

All that these hands can do is destroy, shatter, and kill.

Yet...sometimes I think...

With these hands that bring nothing but destruction...

...just like you humans who live honestly on this earth...

...I want to feel affection. I want to embrace something, someone.

I want to acknowledge everything on Earth, not destroy it. I want to gain emotions and become a woman...

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That is what I sometimes think. That is what I dream.

Had I chosen a life different than that of a soldier of destruction...

What would I have become? What would be the makeup of "me"? I could have read books. Sing. Perhaps cooked.

Or

...It's futile...

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...You are the incarnation of destruction...

...The Sword of the War God is proof as such...

...Destroy, destroy, destroy...

...Your existence is nothing but that...

You don't have to remind me. I already know.

...You're a meddlesome one, aren't you.

...You have no other choice...

...Admit it, acknowledge it...

...Altera, no matter what time period you are in...

...No matter what kind of world...

...You...will...destroy...

EVERYTHING!

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Indeed. That voice is starting to get on my nerves.

It's time to destroy it. Master, there's no need to hold back.

That is me, but it's just me. Even if that dies, I will not vanish.

So...

So let's destroy it, Master.

...This is...fine.

How many times is this now? How many times have I destroyed like this?

No, there's no way I could keep count. Then again, it felt a bit different this time around.

It wasn't bad.

If I were to express myself like a human...

It was...fun. I suppose.

I don't remember ever showing weakness before...

However, even though you may not remember when you wake up...

I'm sorry for getting you caught up in all this.

...No. Thank you. This was the first time I was able to reject my memory by means other than my own will.