'Something different…'
'You… It's you, isn't it?'
A metal fist rained down on the boy again and again, reducing him to a bloody pulp of flesh and bone.
The dark sky over Concord began to lighten, signaling the imminent arrival of dawn.
'I broke you so many times, but you always got back up.'
'Your hands were cut off, your head smashed, your bones broken, and your heart crushed to a pulp…'
'I can see it in your eyes. More than anything in the world, you want to give up and forget this day as the worst nightmare.'
'And despite that, you get back up again. But…'
'Who are you… No.'
"…But why?"
He whispered the question, watching the boy return once again.
"Cause… To be a star, you have to burn!!"
The boy's eyes shone.
"…Your hands are still shaking, you idiot."
"What I do is more important than what I think about it!!!"
"…Idiot."
The braid shot upward and split the boy's head in two.
'To be a star, you have to burn… Yes, you're right.'
