Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night I can feel my legs... And my arms... even my head... The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there...
one of this comic's main strengths is avoiding the kind of poorly thought out political plots endemic to the genre so hopefully this doesn't suck too bad
yakumo seems like an inverted version of yatora, with his confidence and experience with oil painting. he even has the same look but with black hair and clothing.
thank you for your tl work <333