I don't know how far back the last tear trail goes, for it has long since dried up and fallen into a part called history, bonded, or flowing in the depths of that mind, never to be seen, sealed in the inventory of that name [Beelzebul], tears, emotions, what are they really? Worldly lust is something unintentional, and therefore will turn into a bubble in the spring breeze dripping into the ocean of despair, that sweetness, I think in the [Ei] of the mind, there is no way to try it.
The sadness and joy of mankind, the world's sweet and sour, as a puppet of itself is unable to taste, because of the intensity of that will be deep, from the inside to destroy once already broken body, from the inside to the outside, but that the body of the deep longing, longing, wanting to get to the [Ei] has everything, martial arts or, mind also, only then, she can reach a new realm of self-improvement, that realm! Perhaps it is the real eternity.
Now Inazuma sunny, has been a picture of the world, people laugh, say kind words to each other, yes, although do not understand [Ei] why to do so, but she must have their own reasons, let this body to master the situation, stabilise the order of heaven and earth, across the ocean, drifting across, enough to see the people overflowing with smiles.
And that part of the body that was cold and prickly seemed to be gradually warmed up.
Seen the mighty light of thunder, which had coloured the scarlet sky purple, and given the earth all its fears.
At that time, Inazuma had not yet changed, merely existed in the insignificant, almost precarious island in the middle of the deep sea, it was danced by the sea winds that gave life, its heart beat and added colour to the canvas, and it was in this island of the gods' attention that it initially became the prototype of the thunderbolt.
Unable to move like a newborn, its decision was not a simple one, it didn't intend to stay here forever and thus it became a wanderer, its journey was difficult, it almost disappeared in the whirlpools of the endless waves, it almost got lost in the sea of fog... Trudging along, ferrying its steps across the vast, endless sea, unaware of its fatigue, until at last it was unable to move, and came to a peaceful halt in the land known as Inazuma.
Time flies, its body has become withered, seems to have been unable to survive the future disaster, its soul senses the crisis, cohesion of a thousand kinds of gestures, strange, stupid, brave, wise, in the blank paper dot a trace of light ink, writing a particularly wonderful chapter.
Behind the withered body is the perfect soul, the true identity of the soul that is the first ray of light, that is the symbol of glory, supreme, unnecessary, invincible, three words are enough to sum up all, she that is the road to eternity, she will tell the world with a loud voice.
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