On another note - I am back from the dead. I went through a pretty lengthy time where I just, could not seem to draw anything. A bunch of little things I didn’t like, characters I couldn’t seem to finish, and just nothing that I wanted to actually post but - I got back into One Piece and decided to make a new character - I also always liked the idea of Isekai characters so,here’s Gal. Sorry for the long hiatus >.>
Finding meaning in this battle becomes more difficult with each passing day. How can I be certain that I am not repeating the past? I am beginning to see truth in my suspicions.
LEVEL 4:
今はただ、彼の言った言葉に縋るしかない。
「全てのことに意味がある。」という言葉を。
Now, I can do no more than cling to his words.
He told me that there is meaning in everything.
Welcome to Accord's Shop! I see ― are you interested in this weapon? Omega, you have quite an eye for detail... no, oh my god! Oh, that was a joke. "Omega" and "oh my god"... oh, you don't care? Excuse me. 1⃣
It’s said that this weapon belonged to a girl that served as the high priestess of a religious group known as the Cult of the Watchers ― she wielded it during her adulthood. The Cult of the Watchers was a prevalent religion across Europe at the time, such that the term “Red Eyes” is still used in reference to the fanaticism of its followers.
In the time that it took for the girl to become a woman, the Cult of the Watchers ceased to exist... rather, its followers were massacred at the hands of opposing forces ― for whatever reason, only the girl survived.
The value of this weapon lies not only in the tale of its owner, but its status as a product of a dead branch from the post-Cataclysm divergence. It isn't often that you happen upon such items. Would you care to make a purchase?
1⃣ : The crux of the original pun is that Ω高い and お目が高い are both read おめがたかい (o me ga takai). Naturally, this is lost in translation.
I had the same dream today.
The girl was weeping in a forest, and I wanted to stop her tears.
I would never do something so troublesome in real life. What a strange dream.
I roam the internet, searching for traces of the girl.
I can’t remember her face, but I’m sure that I’ll know when I’ve found her.
After all, I know who she really is.