Volu 3 Prologue
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“It’s dirty work. Only a gentleman can carry it out.”
That was what I learned, and that was what I believed.
I betrayed many people, and sotis I threw them away.
I made many shed tears, and sotis I killed them.
I loved my country, and my country loved .
I gave my all for my country, and my country paid back in full.
I love my country. Even if my country does not love .
I give my all for my country. Even if my country does not pay back in full.
But—
How did it co to this?
How
did it co to this?
Oh, Goddess of Fortune.
You cruel and fickle mistress.
I will not lose.
I will use any ans necessary.
Now, think.
Think.
Think.
What use is that head of yours?
To display hats?
To touch with your fingertips as you salute?
Think.
Think.
Think.
The whistle finally sounds.
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