"What am I fighting for? And why do I exist?"
Once, his answer was: kill them all. Love only myself.
He wore it on his forehead like a curse.
Then a loudmouth ninja with nothing to lose gave him another answer. One that cost both of them some blood and a lot of stubbornness.
That answer was: live for connection. Fight for the ones who see you.
So here it is. One kanji. Small. Temporary. Once a symbol of isolation. Nowāa quiet nod to the hardest transformation of all.
"Someday, I'll become like you."











