In the Central Thirteen District of the Ailo Capital in the Country of Mecha. Today, the capital airport welcomes a group of strange visitors. They all wear white, hold signs symbolizing peace, and wear headbands promoting peace with a dove pattern. They look angry, as if waiting for their enemy who killed their father.
As the airport is always crowded, the sudden appearance of such a strange group of people in white attracts the attention of other busy passers-by, who can't help but cast curious glances at them. Are they the so-called "peace-loving messengers"?
However, soon a black-haired child suddenly appears and immediately catches the attention of the peace-lovers, who go wild! "It's him! The murderer!" "Demon! A demon who kills!" "War initiator!" "Sinner!" "Die, scum!" "It's him! It's him!" "Murderer! War criminal! Historical sinner!" "War criminal!" "You murderer!" "Red-eyed demon!" "Kill him with thousands of cuts!" "It's that child! A deserter!" "Not just an executioner but also a cowardly deserter, there's no use for him even if he doesn't die!" "How can he have the nerve to come back? Can such a person be repatriated?"
"War machinery, get out of our country!" "Get out! Get out of our peaceful land!" "Deserter! Scum! Trash! Get out of here!" "Get out of our country!" "Scum! Murderer!" "Red-eyed combat maniac! Die!" "Go back! Don't come back! Don't destroy our city!"...
As the crowd becomes agitated and attacks with crazy and evil language, the black-haired child soon notices, looking up. He is a child who doesn't fit in with the civilized surroundings. He wears a ragged coat, old pants, and lets his long hair grow wild, appearing thin and unkempt. His bangs cover his face, making it difficult to determine his gender. He carries a sack on his back.
Looking very ragged, unlike the civilized world, he looks like a beggar or a trash picker. However, one thing is very strange: his eyes are blood-red, completely different from those around him.
Hearing the shouts of the peace messengers, the child's tired and thin face shows a tangled bitterness, but he does not say much. Upon hearing the noise of the peace messengers, the passers-by around him show obvious disgust towards the red-eyed, black-haired, and dirty child, but they do not go too far like the peace messengers. Although they are disgusted in their hearts, they do not say much and just avoid the child like the plague.
The child lowers his head and puts on a worn black cap, pulling the brim down to cover his eyes, then quickly walks away. He limps, and his right foot seems to be not very flexible, making his walking movement look a bit funny and laughable. He holds a strong, old wooden stick in his hand, using it to help him walk.
However, his face shows an expression not fit for his age - the helplessness of reality, the melancholy, and the compromise that leaves people at a loss. But he doesn't want to argue with anyone about the right or wrong of the war, or he believes that those who have not personally experienced war have no right to blame himself... and his countless comrades who have already died on the battlefield.
"Why? I don't understand. I have shed blood for my country for so many years, but upon returning, I can't even find a job as a sweeper? Why am I treated as a criminal? A deserter? Scum…" The long-haired child talks to himself, smiles bitterly, and mocks himself.
【Pa!】
Suddenly, a plastic water bottle hits him hard on the head. His hat falls off, and the water soaks his only decent clothes and dirty black hair. "Die, you scum! Deserter, sinner!" "Garbage! Get out of our country! Red-eyed killing machine!"
The peace messengers continue to curse, but the airport security immediately appears and stops them, not allowing them to cause any more chaos. However, they can't stop their verbal abuse.
"Only death can make people cherish life, and those who live until the end often bear greater pain... I understand the meaning of this phrase, Captain."The child with long black hair silently bent down to pick up the hat, put it on, and continued to walk his own path with a limp, without saying a word. He seems young, but he is already an old soldier...
I used to be a soldier of national honor, but now I am living in deep darkness. Because the world has changed, and now I am a sinner. There is no need to say more, because no matter how I explain, no one will believe me. For these red eyes are the proof of glory and the proof of sin at the same time.
However, I don't need your belief, nor do I need to prove myself to you... I will never forget the days of fighting alongside my comrades. No matter how cruel and bloody things we did, all my comrades have sacrificed... And this guilt will be borne by me, the one who survived, for my comrades.
