Hametsu No | Ganbou Daiisshou

He stood before it, watching his own reflection splinter — not into fragments of glass, but into memories. Each shard held a failure: a word unsaid, a hand unclenched, a city he had watched burn from a safe distance. And yet, he smiled.

If ruin was the answer, then he would become the question. Hametsu no Ganbou Daiisshou

This was not madness. This was purpose.