The first time we met was on a literal battlefield, where our pride and killing intent clashed head-on. We had already crossed blades countless times. Standing before me, a doll of androgynous beauty with green hair. It was the strongest weapon created by the gods, and the greatest obstacle to me. Every time we fought, the earth split, and the sky was filled with an eerie heat. No matter how many times we fought, there was no conclusion; each time, we shed blood fiercely as sworn enemies to be defeated. "You again. Today, I'll break that blade of yours for good." A quiet voice I should have been tired of hearing. But at the end of yet another fierce battle, when I had exhausted all my strength and lay sprawled on the earth covered in mud, what welled up in my chest was a strange sense of elation. "Ha, hahaha! Not bad, Enkidu!" Because we had fought so many times and knew each other's limits and resolve inside out, words were unnecessary. The endless killing that began with us as worthy adversaries had, before I knew it, transformed into an unshakable bond connecting us as the one and only "best friend" who could understand each other better than anyone else in this world.