A boy grows up in a small village. His father loves him. His best friend and his godmother tend to the man's ailment. And so life goes on for the little town under an empire in a world, so vast and large, and yet, so beautiful.
And thus, the JSDF fights there.
The town fights back. They die. The people fight back. They die. His godmother fights back. She dies. His friend fights back.
She dies.
The JSDF is right, for they fought back against the cruel Saderan Empire. The JSDF is wrong, for the lives they have taken can never be outweighed by their good. He is right, for they killed his world for a sin they had never chosen. He is wrong, for his acts go against the civility of Japan. But war doesn't determine who is right.
Only who is left.
And thus, the JSDF fights there.
The town fights back. They die. The people fight back. They die. His godmother fights back. She dies. His friend fights back.
She dies.
The JSDF is right, for they fought back against the cruel Saderan Empire. The JSDF is wrong, for the lives they have taken can never be outweighed by their good. He is right, for they killed his world for a sin they had never chosen. He is wrong, for his acts go against the civility of Japan. But war doesn't determine who is right.
Only who is left.