"Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword,
The mental blade cut through flesh and bone;
Though my mind's at peace, the world out of order,
Missing the inner heat, life gets colder;
Oh, yes, I have to find my path,
No less, walk on earth, water, and fire."
- "Battlecry", Nujabes Ft. Shing02
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He'd always known, from the beginning, that he could never forget his purpose. That the world needed him more than he thought, regardless of how many times it tried to reject him, get rid of him.
He was important, necessary, needed.
He was a soldier.
He constantly varied from dedicated to rebellious, some days, forgetting what he was all about, but reality would pull him back into the limbo, reminding him what he was there for. Yeah, sometimes, he forgot that, but he always kept his identity in mind.
He wanted to make his name a legend, someone who anyone and everyone would be able to think back upon and say, "Yeah. Yeah, I remember him. That badass, he's my hero."
He fought for what he believed in, the people he cared about, and for himself.
A soldier.
And that's all he was, the fate he was doomed to have; his identity, his life.
"To save the day, the night, and the girl too."