#woc notes

Kodawari ( 拘り )  is the uncompromising and relentless pursuit of perfection. In the meaning of being fixated on something, it happens when a very high standard is set, so your actions are driven by the mere desire to accomplish said goal and any kind of compromise is intolerable.

Light Yagami – February 28th

One of the passage I found more intriguing is the 2:28 verse in the Book of Revelation:

26 He who overcomes, and he who keeps My deeds until the end, to him I will give authority over the nations; 27And he shell rule them with a rod of iron, as the vessels of the potter are broken to pieces, as I also have received authority from My Father; 28 and I will give him the morning star. 29 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’

So basically Light was a claimed false God just because of his name.

As a result of a viral video campaign and a fast-growing petition, considered also the fact there are japanese people having natural brown hair, actually the 57% of public schools require a “Natural Hair Certification”, which confirms the natural colour of the student's hair.

Gods incarnated the purest sense of Justice.

Light Yagami, among all the earthly creatures, had been chosen as the serve of justice and would do anything in his power to accomplish the projects written in the stars. The first killings had been traumatic, a shock for the fragile human shell of a teen in his youth -even if he didn’t really mean it, even if it was just idly writing a name on a worn-out notebook and no blood stained the tip of the pencil, didn’t he just murder someone? His hands had trembled at the rush of power flowing through his veins and ancient words had lulled his mind until a new sense of relief settled in. In a world where justice was a mere tool twisted in the hands of those who declared themselves as the serves of law, where girls and boys like him couldn’t freely go around and enjoy their life without the fear of being killed or seeing their dears dying in a pool of blood, it was the timing to escape that apathy of his. Those boring days were coming to an end.

He’d been chosen to be Justice.

There was nothing left of Light in Kira’s bloody eyes, not a shred of the the golden-plated ideals of his youth. Yet, they waltzed like honey-clad knives along his smirk because it was everything at his advantage to preserve what he had already accomplished, what was so close to be perfect… And it would be, completely, when the last nuisance would leave the mortal world and join the nothingness like all those filthy criminals. No one could prevent the inevitable judgment of a God.

“I’ll live with the memories of all of you.” A hand pressed to his heart, the glimpse of a malicious smile tugging at his lips. “Because you have been part of the New World Kira created.” No word would make Kira teeter, withdraw to his steps, to the brilliant bored teen he’d been; even though mortal eyes judged his actions as immoral and called him murdered, he would forgive them because of course no-one but him could comprehend the meaning of his project.  “You say we think of justice quite in the same way but to me you’re nothing but an obstacle to the true justice.” Facts and statics revealed how brilliantly far his plans went, how beautiful and clean the world look now that criminality decreased and people begun to share his ideals. Those who opposed to it were just as rotten as the criminals he killed. “It’s a shame you don’t understand, Near.”

Even with scorched earth around him and fingers soaked with blood while writing down Near’s name, Kira would win.