Origin of Hatred [Akame ga Kill! Zero]

∆∇∆∇∆∇ [The Hot Wind Blowing] ∆∇∆∇∆∇

"Misfortunes one can endure—they come from outside; they are accidents.
But to suffer for one's own faults—ah, there is the sting of life."

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Memories are such a strange and stubborn thing, wouldn't you agree?

They don't fade with time, nor do they soften with distance—they linger in the mind's recesses like ashes, waiting for the right moment to stir and settle again.

Some reflections are jagged but coherent, carved into the consciousness with the precision of a sword, while others blur, softened by years of reluctant forgetting.

They never leave, sitting beneath the surface with hushed patience and watchful silence, poised to surface at the slightest hint of provocation...

Nonetheless, no matter how hard you try to outrun it, the past never truly dies.

STEP

STEP

STEP

The morning sun had yet to fully rise above the horizon, its edge hovering above the distant summit, casting long, golden fingertips of light across the pavement.

It stretched and curled over the dew‑damp greenery, racing the rugged contours of stones and forming a subtle, almost deliberate path to a particular spot.

CAW

As the poor crow left its perch atop the curved, tiled rooftop, a faint swirl of dust drifted downward, sliding along the weathered timber walls.

Why do you think the avian creature would vanish from its nest so suddenly?

STEP

A single individual stopped near the wooden entrance leading into what seemed to be a long‑abandoned building, their silhouette momentarily obscured...

WHOOSH

???: Huh?

Until a sudden gust of refreshing wind rolled through the environment, making a delicate, rose-colored petal land gently on the white fabric of the individual's gi.

???: ...

Glancing at the rose petals that stood out like a sore thumb, his dark violet peepers lingered for no more than a heartbeat before sliding to the side.

There, a few cherry blossom trees stood in quiet defiance, their woody branches heavy with clusters of pale flowers that seemed to glow with an ethereal light.

???: ...Tch.

SWIPE

A disgusted look crossed those dark purple eyes as their owner shook the object, sending their short red hair rippling in the morning wind.

???: Always hated these things...Every idiot who sees them is too distracted by their beauty to realize that each blossom is another leaf that will wither away the moment the sun grows too harsh or the wind becomes too cruel.