Character: Yoi-te
Series:
Nabari no OuAge: 16
Canon: Nabari no Ou is an action packed adventure all about adorable middle-school aged ninjas, true friendship, and the power of your heart’s desire. Really. It is. Okay, so the main character (Miharu) is a coolly indifferent little devil shouta, and his bffl (Yoi-te) is a blank faced killer who thinks that the cure for whatever ails you is threatening your friends with horrible painful death. But still! Together they fight to overcome their various social inadequacies, as well as a number of opposing ninja factions who want to strip Miharu of his awesome but still budding wish-granting powers, in order to give Yoi-te the only thing he’s ever wanted... the chance to have never existed in the first place.
Despite this impressively disturbing final goal and the fact that he’s draining his own life force to use techniques that will kill his opponents on the spot, Yoi-te isn’t actually a bad guy. While he desperately wants Miharu to level up and erase him, in the meantime he's content to stay close to him and share his first and only real friendship. Despite having spent most of his time in isolation, he’s still human enough to experience sadness for the loss of the life he never had, quiet compassion for those he thinks deserve it, and a great deal of blunt righteousness. His manner of speaking and reacting is very stunted: he really doesn't understand how to hold a conversation and comes off as reserved, terse, and depressive. Which is mostly true. Still, when he speaks it’s in your best interests to listen, because he thinks he has something important to say.
Sample Post:
....... And then they made me their chief.
It’s disturbing. Maybe I’m no longer balanced between alive and not-alive. Am I so close to death now that even a rotten corpse can’t tell I’m not the same kind of monster? ... I hope not. The way their spirits are lingering is even worse than their smell. And that's disgusting. I don't want to linger unless it's for a real purpose. Especially not with these things. They shuffle around in a herd, moaning and groaning. They want to touch me. Except for the fact that they’re the animated dead, it’s not that different from h- from where I came from.
I’ve told them to keep their hands off me, but they seem to think they have a right to my brains. I guess the head of the state isn’t so autonomous. They want me to share my thoughts on a better world... they are very focused on their needs. Shorter hours in the swampland. Issues of disarmament. More brains for all. I'm sure they'd even eat mine, if it would teach them anything.
Truthfully, I don’t have any thoughts. But if they insist, I can give them a solution. Here it is:
Don’t involve me. I don’t see why you have to complicate things. Some of you are stronger than others, aren’t you? Then you should just go after the weaker ones. If you think about it, they probably have the freshest brains too. Because if somebody is actually used to being alive, it would be harder to get familiar with the feeling of death. .......I wouldn’t know, but that’s what I imagine. In a way you might be helping them. They probably don't want to be like this either, and it looks to me like they're beyond fear. Lucky them.
... I'm tired now. But some of them are nodding so hard that their necks have snapped. Maybe they didn’t have much spine to begin with. Either way, I see they understand. That's good, right? I suppose that starting a war between a band of brothers wasn’t really preferable. But who knows? Maybe this way the ones who are left will be happy.
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