Reality is a piece of trash. Though rather than rejecting it, Kazuma accepted it, and handle it the way he sees fit. Looking at the fantastical scenery before him, he wonders. And soon found out, that it was all the same. No, it's even worse. But as he said, he would accept it, and handle it the way he sees fit. Particularly this sin he embodies... and its possessiveness. Gugh!

He is a killer. A demon. Always has been. Always will be. For what he thought was right. For the side he was in. If so, why? Are these girls are so adamant about their beliefs! Him, a Hero? That doesn't have any correlation to what he did! But nothing changed, no matter what he said. No, perhaps, it was them, who changed him. In the end, it was he, who changed. So... a Hero, huh?

I have many blessings, bestowed by this life. Yet I've been blind to them. Blind by my superfluous zeals, by my covetousness, enviousness. These blessings, I overlooked them all, considering them as "mere" occupancies. And when I realized it, I have to struggle to get them all once again. And weirdly enough, I do think I receive more "blessings" from this strive. Funny. Modern AU

Kazuma Satou, a 16 years old broken-hearted young man that turned into a shut-in NEET, wasting all of the available potentials. Kazuma, a proud Crimson Demon who likes to use weapon instead of magic, getting his progress stagnant by his pride. Other than having the same forename, there wasn't supposed to be a single.relation between them. Until one day, a mad goddess emerged. "FU-"

I never thought about this, but what is my life for? I used the first one as a waste. Then I was reincarnated, meeting with troublesome people, yet I stick with them. We voyaged, and endless times crazy things they've done. They gave me numerous headaches, but oddly, I never had an intention to leave them. And when they were almost taken from me, I understand. What my life for.