It has finally ended.

Doushirou de Gozaru.

IT ENDED, GODDAMNIT!

I’ll certainly miss that samurai from Nevada, and Kensuke’s humorous acts. I’ll miss Eri-tan’s (Eri-rin?) bursts of laughter. I’ll miss Saotome, the loligori. I’ll miss Ikeuchi, the bald prince-wannabe, Sato, the cowardly bully, Kanno, the jerk, Rei-chan, the wimpy older brother, and all of them.

Why does it have to end so abruptly?

(Real blog post coming in a moment, btw)