Blue Archive - Story of Joshua Sensei

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Kivotos, Joshua Sensei

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Anything you recognize I don't own. Least of all Blue Archive. Understand?

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We thirst for the seven wailings.

We bear the koan of Jericho.

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It was all my fault.

No it wasn't.

My decisions, and everything they caused.

Don't blame yourself.

I see flashes of a silver haired girl with a pistol, pointed at me.

No, not at me, at a tablet.

One riddled with three bullet holes.

It had to come to this for me to finally realize that you were right all along.

My vision blurs as I finally realize my surroundings.

Sat in front of me is a girl with long, white hair, clad in an equally white military uniform.

She sits in front of a window, the sunset making her hair and uniform have a purple tinge.

I can't see her face though. She has a scratch on her cheek, yet...

I can't see her face.

She begins to speak again.

So forgive me for being so bold, but I must ask for your help.

No worries, Prez. You know I'll always help my students.

...Joshua Sensei.

You'll forget these words, but it won't matter.

Even without your memories, you'll probably make the same decision in the same situation...

Probably, you know as well as I do, I don't change much.

Therefore, I believe what matters most are the choices we make, not the experiences we have.

There are choices only you can make.

My memory travels back, seeing flashes of my students.

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I can't quite remember their group's names.

I've spoken of responsibility before.

I didn't truly understand it then, but now I do.
Adulthood, responsibility, obligation... and the choices you make that extend beyond those ideals.

I even understand their implications.

Well, that's just a sign of growin' up. Nothing wrong with that, Prez.

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Therefore, Sensei...

...you're the only one I can trust.