I used to love history books. My favorites are stories spun by courageous heroes...

I eagerly volunteered to go to the war with my friends. But not everyone can experience the "Golden Days"...

I donned my military uniform with a sense of adventure, and a desire to be on par with the historical figures I've seen and read about in books

One thing I didn't want to realize was

When will 「THIS」 end?

Can I not go back anymore?

Here, even the blood, unable to remain warm, can't help but be trapped by the coldness

Strange enough, now everything seems to be someone else's past, as if nothing of my own ever existed... Even the outlines have faded...