A/N: And so this is the FINAL CHAPTER! WOO!

I would Like to thank all of you readers for supporting me through out the years for this story. It's been a very... very... very... vvveeerrrryyyy... loooooonnnnggg story. It is so long, it takes up 1.7 MB on notepad. NOTEPAD. Yes, I write with notepad before transferring it to Open Office. Less red lines to distract while I type.

Big thanks to those who reviewed and those who stuck through with me from the beginning.

Those who contributed your characters, thank you for making this story more lively with your contributions! Hope I did your characters some justice!

Like I said before, I will be writing some game fics for some time. I do have a whole bunch of side stories for this fic, but I do not think I will be uploading them for some time until I'm satisfied with them. They may be short stories but if I get too hyped up, they'll end up ten chapters or more for each short story, then it wouldn't be a short story anymore.

In the side stories will include the prequel, how Yuki came to power, how she created the SSS2 etc. etc. It will also include random stuff that I took out of the main story to conserve time.

Well, that's it for me and this story. This chapter is filled with links to both of my fics AS WELL AS the anime. If you still remember the anime, you will remember some parts. And in case you had forgotten, the characters from the anime, the original SSS, have had their surnames changed to match their voice actors.

Good luck finding all of them and thanks again for reading!

Angel Beats!

What We Live For

Operation 59

What We Live For

It was not the feeling of being alone, nor was it the feeling of longing. It was something more profound. Something more complex, unexplainable, unattainable. Something was calling out. Something was yearning. To meet, to find one another. It was not attraction, but like two pieces of a puzzle that was just meant to fit. Two pieces that were made together in a board filled with other pieces. A place where the two once were. The place of memories, of pain, of hardships. The place filled with horror and despair.

The place that was a battlefield, and yet the field of salvation. It was all so familiar yet distant. A field of broken swords, placed in the ground like grave markers of the dead that were unavenged. The feeling of hate, the feeling of regrets, was overwhelming. And yet there was a light at the far end. A light so small, so dim, so fragile, and yet holding onto the attention of all so strongly that none can do anything but stare at its small wonder. And from that small light came words that were not spoken, but known.

'Behold the light in all of its splendour, hold it not within the hands but in the heart. Know within thyself what is thy own desire. Forget not what thy seeks. It is not the light that thou should seek, but what the light means. Step forward if thou dares to brave the fires. Step forward if thou wishes to claim what is thy right. If thou truly deserves it, claim the light, and the right to live.'

"..."

I lay there, eyes wide open and staring at the plain white ceiling. What the heck was that dream? 'Claim the light'? Why does that sound like some very badly written script for some old retro game? Skip retro, I think it goes back to the stone-age era of games. Did stone-age people play games? I turn my head and looked to the window. It was starting to get bright. The clock that sat on the window sill had its hands tick away towards the hour.

"... Five... four..."

I slowly murmur, counting the seconds as I reached my hand over the clock

"Two... one..."

RRIIINNGG-

I immediately slammed my hand down on the clock, hitting the snooze button on the machine and shutting its alarm off. I got up and stretched a little, letting my muscles slowly awaken.

"As always."

I stifled a yawn, sitting straight up on my bed and staring blankly at the rest of my room. For some reason, I never really got around to tidy it up properly. Littered with books and games, I guess I had to do some tidying before my mother finds out.

"The last time I tidied up was... last night? ... ah."

I suddenly remembered what happened the night before.

"... I was scolded by mom to clean my room, only to find some books that I forgot about... then found some games that I didn't finish... then..."

One thing led another and somehow or rather the mess in my room went from being horrendously messy, to massive destruction on a natural disaster scale.

"... I'm going to die... I'm definitely going to die."

I muttered to myself.

"Okaa-sama's going to do her 'super-tornedo-suplex' on me for sure."

Just the thought of mom's 'secret' move was more than enough to send shivers down my spine.

"In the first place, how did she manage to learn that move? Given her size she shouldn't... hmm?"

I noticed something was amiss. Aside from the fact that my room was the very picture of a mad scientist's laboratory, it seemed as though my room was a little too quiet.

"... My clock."

I turn around and looked to my clock. Since I hit the snooze button, my clock should be ringing just about now-

"... Oh..."

Seeing my clock on the window sill was not exactly what I had expected it to be, unless of course you would consider your normal average alarm clock to be smashed inwards with bits of wires and circuits sticking out.

"... Oops."

I swore I did not use a whole lost of strength! No, it isn't my strength, it is merely the velocity of the swinging of my arm through the air. That's right, I did nothing wrong. My clock was wrong. It was in the wrong place.

"... I'm so dead."

I realised that it did not matter who was in the wrong (I am definitely not wrong), it would all boil down to the same thing. My mom's going to kill me. Dreading the inevitable fate that would await me, I got up from my bed and headed towards the door. For now, it was time to wash up. Stepping out of my room, I walked down the hallway for a slight distance before reaching the wash room I looked at the door opposite the wash room, noting that there were loud snores emitting from within.

"... Still asleep."

Typical, but still, my younger sister should learn to wake up earlier. Doesn't she have club activities? Well, I do, and I'm not going to let some sleep deprivation ruin my chance going to the nationals. After quick wash up, I headed back into my room and looked for my uniform. A simple white shirt and tie with a black blazer over the top. As for the bottom, guys get a black pants whereas girls get a black and red chequered skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror in my room and took a hair-band that was sitting on the table, tying up my long hair into a tail. My long silver hair was quite tough to maintain but since it was something I got from my mother, I guess I should treasure it. Too bad my mother is quite the nag.

Once I was satisfied with my own reflection, I walked across the messed up floor of my room (or as my sister puts it, 'the battlefield'), and grabbed the tall black cloth-wrapped object that was sitting at the edge of my bed. My partner for so long had never let me down and feeling it in my hands made it all the better. I headed out of my room and down the stairs to the dining room where a nice smell of breakfast came wafting through. Walking into the dining room itself, I saw the usual breakfast scene. My sister, still being asleep, was absent as always. My mother was in the kitchen, humming the tune to a song that probably came from their famous singer-friend. My father, sitting at the head of the table, was looking through the day's newspaper.

"Morning."

I said, taking my seat at the table on my father's left.

"Good morning, did you take care of your room last night?"

My father asked, not putting down the paper. I sat there quietly without an answer, which was an answer for my father.

"... Your mother is going to be pissed."

He said quietly.

"I know."

I simply replied, heaving a sigh.

"What are the two of you whispering over there?"

My mother asked as she brought my breakfast to the table. My mother is a petite woman with long flowing silver white hair. She had the grace and beauty that no one could deny, earning her the nickname 'Angel of San-chome shopping district'. Why san-chome shopping district? Because she always goes there for grocery shopping. Well, it is the nearest one to our home, so you can't really complain. Setting a bowl of rice and soup for me, my mother took her seat opposite mine at the table, on my father's right. Breakfast, rice, grilled fish, miso soup, and pickles. Just what everyone needs to start the day. The same can't be said for my sister, who essentially has evolved to skip breakfast altogether. The same cannot be said for my mother either, as she set her own breakfast on the table. The dreaded red bowl of fire and lava.

"... Erm... Okaa-sama."

I spoke up, making my mother look at me.

"Yes?"

"... Are you seriously going to eat mabo-tofu for breakfast?"

I ask, and my mother nodded.

"Of course. I didn't have time to make it for the past few days so I've really been having a strong craving for it. Want some?"

"NO! And what do you mean 'past few days'? ! You made nothing BUT mabo tofu for dinner two nights ago! Half of this family went to dad's workplace!"

I snapped, though my mother did not really bother with my concerns as she merrily went on to eat her food.

"Now now, your mother was just trying to let all of you enjoy the taste of her favourite food, that's all."

My father said, trying to calm the situation though the fact that you still have not put down the newspaper, or the fact that your hands are shaking so much, does not add any form or sense of credibility to your words, dear father of mine.

"Otou-sama! Don't you feel embarrassed? ! You're a doctor and yet you yourself got admitted to the same hospital you work at! And for what? Eating lava!"

"Ha ha ha..."

My father's reaction was a simple weak laugh. Convincing metre is in the negative regions, dear father of mine!

"A-ah, speaking of which, w-where's your sister?"

My father tried to steer the conversation away from himself.

"Her? She's still asleep."

I replied, deciding that trying to get my father to realise his own mistakes was a mistake on my own part.

"Shouldn't she be awake? She has club activities in the morning like you, right?"

"You mean her kendo club? She doesn't have to go for them."

I explained, digging into my food.

"She was sort of forced to join the kendo club after she saved one of the members from a delinquent. Her actual club is the 'tea-ceremony' club, and they do not have any activities in the morning."

"She joined the 'tea-ceremony' club? That violent sister complex daughter of mine?"

Her father seemed surprised.

"It is for that exact reaction that she did not want to tell you."

I muttered.

"Now now, there's no need to over-exaggerate. We promised to support our daughters in whatever choices they make."

My mother turned to my father, who simply sighed behind his newspaper.

"If only her choices were sane. Why don't you go wake her up?"

My father turned the question back to me.

"No way."

"She does not wake up when your mother or I try to wake her. You're the only one who can."

"Which is why I said no."

I said.

"That girl has more screws loose than that flashing friend of yours, otou-sama. Her sister complex is too much. The last time I tried to wake her, that girl forced me on her bed and tore my uniform open like a mad man."

That was a horrible nightmare that I definitely do not want to repeat.

"Doesn't that show you how much she loves you as a sister?"

My mother asked, her tone in her usual 'oblivious' mode.

"That's the whole problem! She IS my sister!"

At times my mother's naivete can rival some of her friends. And trust me, I have no idea what sort of friends my parents made when they were in high school, but they are all crazy, naive idiots. Seriously, are they adults? Even my own parents, my own blood, is nuts. Looks at my sister and you will see all the proof you need.

"But do you hate her?"

My mother asked, making me pause.

"... No... After the million times she tried to kiss me, the thousand times she tried to rape me, no. I don't hate her."

"That's one word too much."

My father said.

"That's the truth."

I muttered.

"Ah yes, did you finish up what I asked you to do?"

My mother asked, making me choke slightly on my food.

"Er... Look at the time! I'm late!"

I quickly scrambled to my feet.

"Thanks for the food!"

I said, grabbing my things and heading straight for the entrance way before my mother could stop me.

"Kou! Come back here!"

My mother's shout echoed from the dining room.

"I promise I'll clean it up tonight! And can you buy a new alarm clock? Thanks! I'm off!"

Without waiting for another moment, I jumped straight into my shoes and dashed out of the door.

She sighed, shaking her head at her daughter's actions.

"That girl, that's the fifth clock she broke this month. I swear she is becoming more like you."

She said to her husband, who finally folded up his newspaper, running a hand through his own reddish orange hair.

"But she has your looks, Kanade. Isn't that good enough?"

He smiled, making his wife blush somewhat.

"Flattery will get you no-where, Yuzuru."

Kanade pointed out, taking another spoon full of mabo tofu before she noticed the time on the clock that hung on the wall.

"Don't you need to hurry up to the hospital?"

She asked. Yuzuru shook his head.

"There isn't a need for me to head in so early. Besides, there is still that other 'patient' that I was asked to look after, so I will be heading towards 'there' first."

"You mean that prestigious family? You may be the best doctor in the hospital, but you're also a consultant there. Don't you have the authority to send someone else?"

Yuzuru sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"It is a favour to a friend who helped me get my job. The Kurogane's are very influential, even if they had suffered 'that' incident."

"That was twenty years ago."

"And his wife still hasn't been sane ever since she murdered her own daughter."

Yuzuru and Kanade kept silent for awhile after that.

"... Yuzuru, there are times when I see Kou... and she looks exactly like the daughter of the Kurogane who was murdered... Kou is at the now at the same age as when that girl died... Sometimes I wonder if-"

Kanade wanted to say more but Yuzuru cut her off by holding her hand tightly.

"Don't worry. Both of our daughters will not suffer any misfortune. And you are a strong woman, Kanade. I'm sure that every choice we make is the right choice for our family."

"Yuzuru..."

At that moment, a sudden sound of a loud crash from the hallway outside the dining room, made both of them put some distance between themselves just in time before a very groggy and bruised young girl dragged her feet into the dining room, her uniform, though the same her older sister's was in a far worse condition, bring crumpled and untucked. Unlike Kou, who despite being tomboyish still knew how to behave and act like a girl, this one was just rough and out-going from all angles. Even her reddish orange hair that she shared with her father was unkempt and going all over the place. She tried to follow her older sister and keep her hair long but it was pointless to keep her hair long if she did not maintain it like her sister does.

"Morning, tou-san, kaa-san... fwaahhh."

The girl yawned loudly before throwing her bag onto the floor and dropping herself onto her chair.

"Good morning Len. I see you still fall down the stairs when you're half awake. Your sister left already."

Yuzuru said and Len nodded.

"I know... I heard onee-sama's voice... which is why I-fwaaahhh... tried to get ready as fast as possible... it's just impossible for me..."

Len muttered.

"You should learn more from Kou."

Kanade said, setting before Len her breakfast, which was toast, eggs, ham and coffee. The difference in what the two sisters ate showed the difference in their personality already. Len did not fully register the food despite her hands moving automatically to eat the food.

"Don't you have kendo practice? Kou went for her kyuudo practice."

"I'm only an honorary member... they just call me for competitions and to show my face once in a while. They even said I did not need to make the mandatory attendance requirement. What's the point of me joining their club if I don't go in to practice?"

Len grumbled, showing her obvious unhappiness with her situation.

"Isn't it because they know you are strong enough to win without much practice?"

Kanade asked, sitting back down at her seat to continue eating her mabo tofu. Len was about to say something about that mabo tofu but saw her father give off an alarming amount of silent cues to tell her not to say anything about the tofu.

"... Onee-sama is better than me at it... sigh, if only onee-sama would join the kendo club as well, I would go there every day."

"As always, you love your sister very much."

At Yuzuru's comment, Len's eyes suddenly lit up and her energy levels surged.

"Of course! Onee-sama is a goddess! Onee-sama is the epitome of perfection! There is nothing that onee-sama cannot do! And I, as the leader of onee-sama's fan club, will prove it to the World!"

Len shouted, banging her fist on her table.

"'Fan club'? Really... what is this girl of ours thinking?"

Kanade sighed.

"As of now, three quarters of our school are registered members of onee-sama's fan club! Soon the whole school will be under onee-sama's rule! After all, onee-sama is the daughter of the san-chome shopping district Angel and chairwoman of the school."

Len pointed out, making Kanade shake her head in dismay.

"One has become a school idol, and the other is a sister-complex violent idiot. If I knew what problems my two daughters would cause in the school, I would not have tried to put you both in. What are you going to do when your sister finds someone she loves?"

" "I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" "

Both Len and Yuzuru suddenly shouted at the same time.

"... The two of... Kou is a healthy young woman who will eventually find someone like how I found your father. You cannot expect Kou to be single all the time, do you?"

Kanade asked her daughter and husband and the two gave her the straightest face she had ever seen.

" "OF COURSE I DO." "

"Len, please grow up. Yuzuru, I will have a word with you later."

The two of them immediately kept quiet as Kanade's stern 'nag' mode was switched on. Len then looked up and saw the time.

"All right, it's time for me to go. I won't be able to catch onee-sama's practice if I go too late."

She said, draining her cup of coffee.

"Ah, Len, I'm going to be running late to the school, so do you mind handing this to Maeda-sensei in the faculty room?"

Kanade pulled out a large brown envelope and pushed it to Len, who immediately deflated her energy levels since the conversation shifted away from talking about her sister.

"Eeeehh?"

"Don't 'eeeh' me. Come on, I need to pick up Yuri at the airport."

Len raised an eyebrow at that.

"You mean Sakurai oba-san?"

Len asked.

"She's 'Taeno Yuri'. I know you and Kou have known her for a long time, but that does not give you an excuse to forget that she's married."

"But oba-san kept telling us to call her by her maiden name. Does that mean that Yuki-chan is coming to visit as well?"

"Well, since the elementary school that Yuki goes is closed for a festival, I guess Yuki may be coming along. Anyway, you need to go now, otherwise you'll be late. Don't forget the envelope."

Kanade sternly warned Len, who simply nodded and took the envelope before dragging her feet towards the exit.

"By the way, what's inside?"

Len asked, popping her head back into the dining room.

"It's not your concern."

Kanade said, clearing up the dishes.

"Oh, come on, kaa-san, tell me, pleeeaasse?"

Len begged with her puppy eyes. Kanade sighed, finally relenting.

"It's simply a new transfer student. Maeda sensei knows about it and I forgot to hand him the details of the student."

"Oh, just that. Huh."

Len sighed, finding that piece of information to be utterly boring.

"All right, I'm off!"

Len shouted from the entrance way of the house before running out and closing the door behind her.

"So, Yuri is coming to visit. It's going to be hell."

Yuzuru sighed, getting up from his seat and putting on his tie.

"Be nice, Yuzuru. Ever since Yuri moved to that mountain village, she had to put up with a lot of things. Ah, your tie is crooked."

Kanade walked over to Yuzuru helped him with his tie.

"Oh, Hatsune-san is also coming over tonight, so I will have to go to the market after work and buy additional ingredients. I think we could do a sukiyaki tonight."

"Geh, Hatsune..."

"Don't tell me you forgot already?"

Kanade raised an eyebrow at her husband.

"Er..."

"She's your own sister and you cannot remember that much."

Kanade sighed, re-doing his tie from scratch after she gave up trying to fix the problem that he made.

"... We've come a long way, haven't we?"

Yuzuru asked his wife, who merely smiled as she straightened his tie.

"Through thick or thin, Yuzuru. We will always have one another and this family."

"This is the life we made together and nothing else can bring me such happiness. This happiness is what I had lived for."

I ran through the streets, realising that I was actually running late. Making sure that my precious partner (bow), was secured, I kept running in the direction of the school. If only the I did not miss that bus, I would not have gotten myself in this predicament. I sort of remember this scene from one of my games, where the main heroine is running late for school and has a piece of bread in her mouth for some reason and she bumps into the main protagonist. Some sort of star-fated meeting? I have no idea but in the first place, do people actually run with bread in their mouths?

I had seen my classmate, Kimura Yamato, try to act out but ended up running at full speed, which no one could really stop, and crashed into a wall. Unfortunately, the wall had to be repaired. Seriously, what is Yamato made of? She is just as crazy as her mother, although Kimura Yui oba-san was a whole other problem in itself. That woman is so random and crazy that she is often said to be the pure opposite of my mother, Kamiya Kanade, even though they were all friends in school for one reason or another.

If my mother is called the 'Angel', then Kimura Yui oba-san can be called the 'devil', or at least the 'crazy one'. Her hobbies and interests can jump the extremes in a matter of minutes. What does Hideki oji-san see in her anyway? I still remember the time she tried to sing a rock song that another of their friends, the famous singer 'Marina', or as I call her by her real name, Sawashiro onee-san. She doesn't like being called 'oba-san'. But when Kimura Yui oba-san tried to sing it, the cords got tangled up and for one reason or another, Yui oba-san got herself wrapped up in the cords like a snake coiled around its prey.

Going back to Yamato, while she is not as crazy as her mother, she does get an overly absurd amount of energy that needs to be directed in some stupid manner. It is not directed in that stupid manner because Yamato is stupid, but rather it is most often due to that girl's innate ability to accidentally get into such stupid situations. And those situations were usually stopped by Ein sensei, one of the two foreign born teachers, who had a certain tough-guy outlook on things to the point it actually grates my nerve. Too much testosterone.

"Woah woah."

I almost got lost in my own thoughts that I almost forgot to take the next left turn. I took the turn at a speed that I really shouldn't be taking it with. Remember kids, running around blind corners are dangerous. Too bad I did not get anyone to teach me that and as I took the corner, it came too late for me to stop when I saw someone right around the corner. And so the inevitable occurs.

"Ow!"

Crashing into another person at full speed is not a very nice experience and I would highly recommend anyone to avoid it if they can. As though running into walls was bad enough, running into people just made things worse. I landed on my butt, feeling slightly dazed as a slight sore ached from my head, the point which made contact with whoever I just crashed into. I was seeing slight stars that took on the shape of my sister Len, running in circles around my head. Why Len? Why couldn't it be the main protagonist from 'Tales of Heroes' game I played last night?

"Ah! My partner!"

I quickly remembered that I was carrying my bow. Frantically looking around, I could not find it anywhere around me.

"Erm... excuse me, but is this what you were looking for?"

A voice called out, a voice that seemed all too familiar. A voice that made her heart skip a beat. It was calling out to her. That voice. 'Claim the light'. Standing before me, was a young man. His hair was messy and unkempt but still had a certain style to it. His clear blue eyes seemed to draw me in. 'Seek not what the light is, but what the light means'.

"Is this yours?"

The young man asked again, holding onto a long object wrapped in black cloth.

"Ah! My bow!"

I took it from him and inspected it closely. So far no cracks or damages.

"Thank you for protecting my bow."

I bowed a little, but I was still on the floor so it was a little weird to bow while sitting.

"No no, It was my fault in the first place. Here, let me help you up."

He said, offering a hand. I could not help but stare at that hand. Why was it so important? It felt as though my entire life depended on that hand. As though everything in my life had led up to this point. I was a little hesitant to take his hand, but my heart knew that there was nothing wrong. It was all meant to be. 'Step forward'. All that mattered was this one simple gesture. 'Step forward and claim it'. And so I did reach out for it. Taking his hand, the young man pulled me to my feet.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you."

He apologised once more.

"A-ah, no no, it's my fault for running too quickly."

I then noticed that he was wearing the same uniform as me. Was he from the same school? And by the colour of his tie, he was the same age as me. But I do not recognise him.

"That uniform... are you from my school?"

I asked. The young man looked at my clothes before looking at his own.

"I-it seems so."

He answered awkwardly, and somehow it made me laugh a little, which only added to his own embarrassment.

"You're new around here, aren't you?"

"Y-yes. I just moved here and transferred to the school. I thought of making my way to the school to learn the routes to take but I think I took a wrong turn somewhere."

Somehow, just talking to him makes me feel alive and calmed. Like how this was all just like a dream.

"No no, you're on the right path. I'm on my way there now as well. Want to join me?"

"Eh? Are you sure?"

"How can I be 'not' sure? Do you want to be lost until the bell rings?"

"I would rather avoid that if possible."

He replied, smiling as though he had found something interesting. I smiled back as I extended out my hand to him.

"My name is Kou. Kamiya Kou."

He was slightly hesitant but took my hand, smiling softly. A smile that I had seen before. A smile that I know.

"I'm Rei. Otonashi Rei. This will be an interesting year."

I only smiled at his words.

"Hasn't it been already?"

"You are being quite sly."

Kurogane Kei said. Otonashi Yuzuru sat in his chair, resting his head on his hand.

"In what way?"

Otonashi asked innocently.

"You said Kou would never be able to pass on, due to the corruption of Chaos that she had to take in."

"I did not say that. I only said that 'that girl' will never be able to pass on. The shell known as 'Kurogane Kou' cannot pass on as it became transformed into Chaos. But the essence, the soul of the 'shell' is still the same, as long as it has had its one regret fulfilled."

"That's a really roundabout way of doing things."

Otonashi smiled and nodded in agreement.

"It is certainly so. But it is also these sorts of roundabout methods that seem to work the best. Rules and systems are there to put people in their place. It is constricting, suffocating and rigid. But rules always serve a purpose. Know those purposes and understand them. Once you do, you are able to do anything you like."

"... What a tyrannical way of putting things. What about Rei? You deleted him."

"What I deleted was his 'program'. Do you remember what I told him?"

"That he wasn't a program."

"Exactly. Let me ask you this. What makes a human? Is it flesh and blood? Is it the ability to think critically? Is it having a soul? Or is it being able to feel and fall in love? Katsuragi Rei is my finest work not only because he was able to defeat Chaos, but because he became human. From mere scripts and codes written like some other computer, he transformed, evolved. What does it take to be a human? People can say out right that Rei is not human because he was made by a program, that he was an NPC. But that is wrong. If art is the expression of emotion, and a computer makes an exact copy of that same art piece, is it still not the same expression of emotion? What makes the process so different in the result is the same? There is no such thing as right or wrong, Kurogane Kei, there is only what people perceive, and what they wish to believe in. Rei is, by all accounts, human. He has every right to be one. He has earned that right and I can for a sure fact that there are thousands, millions of humans who cannot even match him in being what they 'are'. They are not worth to be called 'humans' any longer."

"There you go again, your mad man's way of talking. But I guess I understand where you are coming from."

Kei sighed, snapping his fingers and making a chair of his own, sitting down on it.

"Humans act in accordance to what they see, what they hear, what they experience. They take things at face value and propagate things that others preach. But the most important thing in life... is to find something worth living for and protecting it. Isn't that right, student council president Otonashi?"

Otonashi smiled, taking a sip from his cup.

"That is the reason we all live for, disciplinary committee president Kurogane, that is the reason we strive to achieve throughout our lives. That is what we live for."

END