CHEVEYO Like a slow-moving tank, war rolled over the horizon. Everyone got jittery and frightened, but there was no way to show it because the enemy would take advantage of it. Besides, we were in a tough battle where everyone must be courageous no matter what would happen. This was our fate, and so we needed to face it. The violence that had previously only been seen on human television was now being witnessed in our world, the land of Serinokuni. The drama was written in blood on the sidewalk and in every part of the air. Even the smokes coming from the dead souls were all scattered everywhere. We suffocated on the liberal progress we had achieved in becoming multi-cultural, accepting people of many faiths and civilizations, as if it were bitter air. We could no longer regard the Ba

