Ningen

Like black ink slowly spreading through white parchment, Hajime’s pure heart slowly grew sullied.

this was a soul reforged in the darkness and despair of hell, a soul tempered in pain and instinct. A soul harder than steel.

But once it was pulverized, new words carved themselves into the pieces of stone.

Kaori had offered to lend him her shoulder, but he’d refused, giving excuses like “I couldn’t possibly ask one of Ehit’s chosen warriors to carry me...”

In fact, his mom’s assistants and his dad’s coworkers often come to him for help when one of his parents starts getting carried away.