Since the day you trod upon this path, named "The Strongest Hunter of All Mankind", your strength was unmatched in this world. Yet, time was swift, and the adulation turned to indifference, for what need is there to cheer on the undefeatable? They say gratitude is for the weak, you learned then that only the weak are deserving of it.

No thanks for you, no praise, no aid, but a relentless ridicule for the loss of others. Though beneath the veneer, you were but an image, a paragon of the perfect hero.

Alone, you bore the weight of a Nation's trust, yet their hearts were closed to who you truly were. In your solitude, your spirit grew cold, the whispers of "too much" haunting your every step.

Have you done too much, or was it merely enough?