Arifureta: From Commonplace to World’s Strongest Volume 9.
Prologue.
I always thought it was unfair. That it was too good to be true. I mean, you were like a hero straight out of a fairy tale. Your dazzling crimson radiance was just too breathtaking. And you always appeared so solid and reliable.
No matter how hard I tried, you always found out my vulnerabilities, and you always knew how to reassure me. Your presence was like a gentle spring breeze. Like a tree providing shade from a hot summer day. Like the biting chill of a crisp winter morning. Like the wistfulness of a bright autumn dusk.
To me you were both bitter and sweet, a complicated enigma that words alone couldn’t capture. All of the insecurities I’d hidden away beneath the armor of my practiced smile you exposed without a care in the world. You aggravated me to no end. I hated that side of you. So please… I’m begging you. Don’t—protect me anymore.
Diamond. diamond. diamond.
