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{{#vardefine:transient jp en research file|When Balor closes his eyes, he thinks of the past long gone and of happier times that might have been. When he opens them, all he can see is the sight of his grandson he could only ever see in the gunpowder smoke filled battlefields. He who attained everything by himself through battle was alone, isolated. Friends he could trust or people he could give his heart to were never things he could wish for. Then the prophecy that said his blood grandchild would one day come to strike him down. At this time, the King of Giants dreamed of boasting of his grandson and doting over him like a sweet grandfather. Perhaps his unguarded superiority this time around is bringing surprise to those who know his usual level of strength. But just like that fairy tale king's case, is there anyone who can possibly admonish Balor, who fears nothing? In any case, he probably has no intention of caring about other people's opinions. It's much more important to him that he continues whispering his boundless love to the warmth he holds within his arms.}} | {{#vardefine:transient jp en research file|When Balor closes his eyes, he thinks of the past long gone and of happier times that might have been. When he opens them, all he can see is the sight of his grandson he could only ever see in the gunpowder smoke filled battlefields. He who attained everything by himself through battle was alone, isolated. Friends he could trust or people he could give his heart to were never things he could wish for. Then the prophecy that said his blood grandchild would one day come to strike him down. At this time, the King of Giants dreamed of boasting of his grandson and doting over him like a sweet grandfather. Perhaps his unguarded superiority this time around is bringing surprise to those who know his usual level of strength. But just like that fairy tale king's case, is there anyone who can possibly admonish Balor, who fears nothing? In any case, he probably has no intention of caring about other people's opinions. It's much more important to him that he continues whispering his boundless love to the warmth he holds within his arms.}} | ||