Sometimes, they didn't make it and ended up collapsing into suicide.
But counting the times, if Sword Without End can survive this ordeal, then Sword Without End can be considered to have achieved success and fame.
However, for some unknown reason, Sword Without End, standing on the edge of the opposite cliff, was motionless, resembling a rock. If observed closely, it would be evident that his eyes were devoid of life, not like those of a living person.
More like a statue.
On that mountain, there were also countless dead bodies, including old people, women, and young people.
It was as if it were a messy graveyard.
Yet, strangely, the bodies were neither rotting nor emitting foul odors.
Tonight.
The Tuberculosis Rabbit, for some reason, wasn't chatting with the people sitting halfway up the mountain as usual, but was silently standing at the edge of the cliff, looking around. After a long while, it turned to face those sitting on the mountainside behind it.
And these people—