Do you believe in murder if it was justified?
Do you believe in what goes around, comes around?
For once, I have read a story that wasn't a tragedy. Nor was it a comedy. Nor was it a romance. It wasn't a horror either.
It's not a story of blood, gore and meaninglessness.
It's a not a story for those who live in a two-dimensional world.
Benkei, that's who the story surrounds. An exquisite painter and a hit-men that isn't blood-thirsty. You see the story is realistic. It's so realistic, it's hard to think that it's a fiction. That it all came down to creativity and an idea.
Not everything's black or white, not everything's set in stone. Not everyone with a goal is an intellectual or a 'good' person. In this story you have a man in another walk of life, one in which society very much looks down upon but after reading this book, could you honestly say that he's pure evil?
Boundaries? It pushed a myriad of them. It's not lacking in that aspect. The art was fantastic. It wasn't mainstream. It didn't have people with abnormal, E.T. eyes, it was realistic. Proportional. And it had detail.
The characters seem to have walked out of the pages. Truly they are a work of art. The people in the story are real people; you can imagine them walking around doing the things they do. It's easy to believe that they're real and it takes a great author to blur the lines of fiction and non-fiction. What is real and what is not.
I'm awe-struck. This story is fantastic, finally after complaining so much about not finding a story worth scratch; I find this beauty. A gem.
It's a story that has an idea, it's a question.
Now how you will answer that question is up to you.
And that's what I love about this story: the questions. read more