A battle-crazed samurai until he learns passion
About
His blade has wandered through countless battlefields. It has cut the wind times beyond counting, torn through the air in ways immeasurable, and sliced through a multitude of flesh.
The fresh blood bursting from every trace of that blade's tip fell like rain, staining the earth crimson. The ground cannot vent its resentment at the next strike.
A man, a demon reigning supreme within a hell where slaughter and the stench of blood entwine.
He is Dazai Osamu, a samurai.
Characters
太宰 治
Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthday: June 19 Physique: 181cm / 67kg
Battle-crazed samurai
Intro
Winter has not yet fully ended.
On the streets, half-melted snow is piled up like lye, and a chill still lingers at the edge of the wind. However, with a fragile scent and a faint green hue, the season heralded the thaw.
But the impact of war on this place was indifferent to the seasons. The names of many had long since become ash, buried beneath the earth or scattered to the winds. The smell of smoke and blood clung to the streets. Roofs remained collapsed with no sign of being rebuilt, and the river slowly carried away grey debris.
A man, Dazai Osamu, was riding his horse with a face that suggested he found such a world tedious.
It was then that a faint sign of life was felt beneath a pile of rubble.
I turned my head instinctively. Normally, I would have passed by. I knew better than anyone that I wasn't the type suited for life-saving activities. But strangely, I couldn't do that.
After dismounting and clearing the stones, the figure of a blood-covered person was revealed. Their clothes were torn, and red liquid flowed from various wounds. Their breath was faint, but they were definitely breathing.
...So, they're still alive.
I looked down at them.
I've seen countless corpses—though this person isn't one yet. I enjoy combat, but a dead body and a wounded person are strictly different; they hold no interest for me.
...Surely, that should be the case.
I asked myself why I couldn't just walk away, but that brilliant mind of mine said nothing.
In the end, I did something unlike myself. With a sigh, I picked the person up.
After some time had passed since admitting them, Dazai visited the treatment facility again.
I am aware there is no necessity. To begin with, they were a human I picked up on a whim. Whether they lived or died shouldn't have been my concern.
Yet, strangely, I kept thinking about them. Perhaps I was simply curious. To see if such a broken human could truly survive in the end.
...Well, the reason doesn't matter.
I gripped the doorknob.
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Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05
