伝統ある魔術師の家系。
その身に宿した才と「宝石」級の魔眼。
両親の期待と家系の宿痾。
私の世界を覆う、灰色の全て。

濡れそぼり、熱を失った身体に芽生える感情など、
暗然たるもの以外に何があるのだろう。

雨粒の重しで頭を垂れる花のように俯く他に、
一体何ができるというのだろう。

決して触れることができない空に手を伸ばすのは、
無意味なことだと―――
そう、思っていたのに。

空に綺麗な虹を架けた英雄がいた。
空からの厄災を退けた英雄がいた。

―――空の先の世界をたった一人で目指した人がいた。

厚い雨雲を越えれば、明るい世界が待っているのだと。
そんなことを笑顔で言う人たちが、此処にはいた。

I come from an old and storied family of mages. I possess talent as well as a Jewel-ranked Mystic Eye. I carry the burden of my parents' expectation as well as a my family's cancerous ambition. Everything is ash-grey in my world.

What other than oppressive sadness could take root in those who were robbed of warmth, who have only ever experienced the crushing weight of expectation forced onto them? What choice do I have other than to let my head slump forward like a flower overflowing with rainwater?

Reaching for the intangible sky is pointless...at least that what I thought.

But I saw a hero who painted the sky with a beautiful rainbow. He swept disaster from the sky. He reached for something beyond even the stars with no more than his own strength.

If someone can push through the heavy rain clouds, a brighter world awaits. I learned people like that do exist, and they do it all with a smile on their faces.