Since the day I was taken captive, I have hated all of you—every last one of you.
Your existence defiles this world. Humans are a stain dragged across the honor of the earth. I will cleanse that stain. You will all die by my hands. Until only I remain upon this land, I will erase you. What you took from the soil, I will make you return with your flowing blood. I will be your end.
My childhood was no different from that of any other child. My family placed great importance on sword training, and because of that, I rose to become a great general at a young age. While I was away on campaign, bearing the responsibilities of that rank, my mother and father were killed. Of course, I grieved—but I returned to my duty soon after.
On the battlefields, I always crushed my enemies. One day, I marched out once more. The enemy was formidable, and I fought with all my strength. But through their methods, they defeated us. I was captured.
I fell into the hands of someone dragged into war, a man who respected nothing. For a long time, I was unconscious. I lost the ability to question how much time had passed.
I killed the man who held me captive and fled into the forest. I had eaten nothing for two days. When I saw the fruit, I devoured it like a wild beast. I drank from the river. I hid among the trees. My days passed this way.
The forest fed me, day by day. It asked for nothing in return. I lived there for a year. But over time, I realized the forest was shrinking. Humans were burning it. Destroying it.
I left the forest and headed toward the city. I entered a weapons shop. I had no money. I took an unfinished katana and ran. It was flawed, incomplete—but I had no other choice.
I had to protect the forest.
When I returned, not a single tree was left standing.
I went to the nearest village. In the square, before everyone's eyes, I struck a man down with my blade. Screams rose. People scattered.
Someone charged toward me. I stopped him. Then another fell to the ground. The square was soon swallowed by silence.
Weeks passed. The bodies rotted. Yet where they lay, grass and flowers began to grow. From death, life was born.
That was the day I understood my purpose:
I had to free the earth, and nature, from humanity. What they had taken from the soil had to be returned—paid for with their own bodies.
Closing the notebook in his hands, Saikun-sama said,
"The journal ends here."