After the fall of a wondrous comet, an institution was created to explore the new territory its mass produced. The talented scoundrels, known as Searchers, use their abilities to uncover and neutralize the many insanities the new continent had given birth to.

THE WETLANDS

— Mom… — He reaches out, unable to clench his hands. 


Rykkart hugs her, letting his weight fall on her. 


— You can’t get tired now, kid. Where going to buy a palace away from this shithole. You won’t have to eat leaves anymore. But you have to keep winning for us, okay? If you die now, you won’t have done anything for us! 


— Oh yes you can! Just think about something that gets you angry. Gather that wrath and go for it. Let your anger go with every punch, releasing your anger on him. You’ll feel better knowing what you did for us! 


On the way to another fight, he saw the corpse of the fox, being picked apart by crows. At that time, he had already forgotten about that animal who gave him company during the loneliest and coldest nights. A seamless shift in his heart. Seeing its desecration, made him think nothing of it. 


The only thing that mattered was getting his mind into the battle. 


Hate Saga