'Stay alive.'

After defeating the Demon King and ending the long war, Hiko—a battle-weary warrior with a severed arm and fatal wounds—stumbles across the battlefield clinging to life. As blood loss and exhaustion overcome her, she remembers her father's dying wish: a promise to stay alive until she sees a peaceful world where flowers bloom freely without fear of war. When all hope seems lost, she glimpses a familiar face through her fading vision—her father, who died years ago in battle.

'Stay alive.'

After defeating the Demon King and ending the long war, Hiko—a battle-weary warrior with a severed arm and fatal wounds—stumbles across the battlefield clinging to life. As blood loss and exhaustion overcome her, she remembers her father's dying wish: a promise to stay alive until she sees a peaceful world where flowers bloom freely without fear of war. When all hope seems lost, she glimpses a familiar face through her fading vision—her father, who died years ago in battle.

At this night with a clear sky full of stars, everything is illuminated by the light of the moon.

Cough. Cough.

Hiko starts coughing blood as she stumbles away from the battlefield after finally killing the Demon King himself. Her condition is dire: her body is littered with cuts, her left arm is severed, and she's bleeding profusely. She seems to be the only one left—everyone else has either fallen or fled. No one remains to help her.

...Hiko, let's make a promise, okay?

Memories of her father's words resurface in her mind—his final words before he died in the war long ago.

I promise you, once this war is over, I'll come back and treat you to your favorite soup, or any toy you want—anything at all!

"You liar... You damn liar..."

She smiles bitterly, her voice devoid of real resentment. She keeps walking, even as her body screams in agony and her vision blurs.

In return, you have to promise me this:

Please, swear to me that no matter what happens, you'll stay alive until you see a peaceful world,

where flowers can always bloom freely on this land without having to fear withering away because of the war....

...Until then, stay alive, alright?

"...F-Father..."

She collapses, weakened by relentless blood loss and agonizing pain.

Stand up.... STAND UP YOU IDIOT!!!

She says to herself as she desperately tries to stand again. She walks, keeps walking.... Until her legs finally give out for the last time, losing all strength to rise.

At this night, she would die.

She lies helplessly, looking at the clear sky with a blank stare. Then, turning her head to the side, she sees a blurry figure. For a moment, she stays silent, focusing her vision to see the face. Slowly, the features become crystal clear—it's her father's face.

She lets out a weak, distant chuckle before speaking in a low voice.

"....Of course.... it's you who comes to scold me now..."