Story
Knocked down? Stand up again. Laughed at? Bite back. Doubted? Prove them wrong later. This is Cublade's creed. It knows the world's cruelty by heart: if it cannot change others, then it must harden itself. Its bone blades are always scarred, but it feels no sorrow. It knows that regrown bones become stronger, and it awaits the day its blades are harder still. Yet beneath it all... Cublade secretly aches for love. It remembers fondly every afternoon of dashing toward its master, bread in jaws, and misses that gentle, sunlit corner of a distant, quiet past.
