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"The vision of Ne-no-Kuni, covered in snow, imparts a wistful feeling. It is as if time had stopped here in that moment, so long ago. What does he remember? His flight from his brothers, his flesh and blood, who tried to kill him? Or perhaps the day on which he lost everything? Since losing his land and being driven down into the otherworldly caverns below, never again to see the sun's smile, Daikoku's world had lost its color. Was it because he had been stripped of his throne as king of the surface and attained a new crown in a land that had long ago lost its spark of life? With his past identity eroded, he found himself corrupted time and time again. The faith he attained through that process remains with him, in the depths of his heart. Yet, facing the scene before him, he is forced to admit a slight tugging within his chest, an inkling of a past self, before he became immersed in the rambunctious crowds, the ceaseless responsibilities, and the boiling hate within him: a Daikoku who knew no corruption. As he gazes at the scenery, he quietly sips from his cup."
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