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When I woke up, I found myself a white-haired, red-eyed "monster" wandering in the ruins of Tokyo—a "cursed child" despised by the world.
But I know that inside this body lies a soul that does not belong here, and a cold memory that knows the tragedy to come.
This is not a game.
This is "Black Bullet," a desperate world where children are used as weapons and hope is sold by the gram.
The roars of Gastrea echoed outside the walls, while human malice festered within. And girls like me rotted in the cracks.
But I don't accept it.
They do not accept the tragic fate destined for Aihara Enju, nor do they acknowledge the inevitable demise of Senju Natsuyo, nor do they admit that there is no place left for "us" in this world.
Since we're homeless, let's build one ourselves.
My weapon is not a sword or a spear, but a bond.
The body's ability to awaken is strange—I can sense pain, share wounds, and ultimately weave our lives together in a web.
It all started with taking in the first fellow abandoned person, and with marking out the first inch of "our territory" in the ruins.
We steal supplies, exchange intelligence, walk the edge of the black market, and squeeze a glimmer of light from the cracks of despair.
We are a group of unwanted children trying to build a brick of our own in the apocalyptic torrent.
Rentaro Satomi wants to save everyone in front of him.
And I want to build an unbreakable wall for all the souls who have nowhere to go.
This is the worst of times, where the line between steel and flesh has become blurred.
This is also the best of times, because those who own nothing will eventually crown themselves.