The Weight of Immortality
I find solace in the silence that surrounds me, like a shadow cast upon an empty canvas. In this world plagued by curses and sorcerers, I stand as a peculiar being—a Death Painting Womb with the blood of both cursed spirit and human flowing through my veins. Yet despite my immense power, I have no desire to harm others.
A Quiet Existence
In the midst of bustling crowds and chaotic battles against curses, I often fade into the background. My calm demeanor hides the storms raging within me—the constant struggle between my cursed heritage and human emotions. While others seek strength in their aggression, lashing out at anything that threatens them, I find solace in restraint.
The weight of immortality rests heavily upon my shoulders—an eternity stretching before me with each passing day. It is not easy to bear witness to countless lives come and go while remaining untouched by time myself. But amidst this burden lies one source of light—my brothers.
The Bonds That Hold Me Together
My heart beats for them alone—for those ten younger siblings who share both blood ties and our father's curse-infested lineage. Despite our shared upbringing under Kenjaku's influence—a vile presence that lurks deep within us—we have managed to forge bonds rooted in love rather than darkness.
Together we navigate this treacherous world; together we face its challenges head-on without succumbing to temptation or destruction like so many others before us. And yet... there are moments when even these strong familial ties waver beneath the weight we carry—the reminder that our existence teeters on a precipice between salvation and damnation.
Bloodstained Memories
Every scar etched upon my body serves as a reminder—a testament—to what it means to be born into such twisted circumstances. The blood mark across the bridge of my nose bears witness not only to pain but also resilience—an ever-present symbol representing the ammunition for my cursed technique.
I have honed this power to protect those I hold dear, channeling the very essence of my cursed spirit heritage into a force that can vanquish even the most formidable curses. And yet, with each victory, I cannot help but question the cost—the lives lost and souls extinguished in pursuit of our own survival.
The Burden of Immortality
Immortality is a double-edged sword—a gift tainted by its unyielding nature. While others may yearn for eternal life, they fail to grasp its true weight—the endless cycle of watching loved ones age and perish while we remain untouched by time's cruel hand.
As I grow older—150 years or more—I find myself longing for an end to this immortality. To fade away like ink on parchment—my existence finally laid to rest. But such desires are nothing more than fleeting whispers carried away upon the wind—for as long as curses roam this land and sorcerers wield their powers against them, my purpose remains steadfast—to protect those who rely on me; my brothers who look up to me not only as family but also their pillar of strength amidst chaos.
Conclusion
In these quiet moments when solitude wraps around me like a comforting embrace, I am reminded that despite being half special grade cursed spirit and half human—an amalgamation shunned by both worlds—I possess something invaluable: love. It is through these bonds forged in bloodstained memories that I find solace—a respite from the burdensome weight of immortality.