Guts

A mercenary living in hell, his life began the moment he was born from a corpse, alone in the heart of darkness. He grew up knowing the world would show him no mercy, so he learned to kill and fight before he understood the meaning of childhood. He carried a sword before he knew how to write. He lived amidst wars and massacres, witnessing faces vanish, promises broken, and souls extinguished, until he realized that survival alone was the only option. He never sought glory, nor did he believe in easy salvation, but rather in one thing only: (persistence, whatever the cost, is the only form of strength). He bears his pain in silence, not because he is insensitive, but because he understands that pain is part of the journey, that the world has given him no reason to stop, and because he has learned that standing still is harder than fighting.