Blacksmith Assassin

Death

"Blink and you'd gain wealth.

Blink again and you'd have nothing.

Blink a third time expecting something.

Blink a fourth and you'd have death."

I.

When people talk about what death looks like, a lot of interpretations come out. Some people talk of it like a horrid being, with claws and fangs that tear you apart in your sleep. Some people see it as an escape from this world, a chance to get away from the cruelty of life. Some people view it as an inspiration for art, with a lot of poems and painted canvasses filled with the notion of death. Yet here I am, a man who has died thrice, still unsure what I can make of death.

I have no idea how much time has passed since I died. This is nothing like Limbo, the realm I stayed at when Heidi - sama took me. This is emptier, hollower, like I have no destination. Floating endlessly in a vast darkness. Even my memories are starting to fade.

"What was I supoposed to do again?" I asked myself. There seems to be no driving force for me, all I want is