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... ss were hazy. That's how I perceived it.
I didn't know why. I could only comprehend that I was dead.
Like drifting through the sea, I vaguely felt a heavy, shadow-like weight on my consciousness.
Gradually, the shadow grew heavier and deeper, revealing its true form to me.
It was grief and regret.
I couldn't become the best in kendo until the end. Since my mother passed away, all my father wanted was for me to become the best in Japan. But I failed him. ...
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