He still remembers this voice.
It was the voice he heard when he was dazed, yet retained a trace of willpower in the mysterious clinic.
Inside, the old hyena was cutting limbs and flesh, attaching new arms to him.
"...…"
The young boy named Sakurai Hideaki halted his movements.
He seemed to see his past self inside.
The self full of hope, willing to risk everything to climb upwards.
Now, Sakurai Hideaki similarly stands at the entrance of Sai River, as if seeing the hope to climb up anew.
One cycle.
One rotation.
Yet at this moment, an extreme chill seemed to emerge from the depths of his heart, stirring in his mind along with the residual acute pain.
He vaguely sensed some desperate truth.
——This is just some kind of cycle.
He would see hope from suffering, gain a moment of false tranquility, then plunge into new suffering, repeatedly, endlessly cycling.
Even if it passes this time, it will be the same next time.
