"Enjoy every moment with all ya got."
Sanae Hanekoma (also known as Mr. H) is the self-described "hip café barista" of WildKat and is also the successful, multi-talented artist CAT. He is a valuable ally to Neku and his friends, acting like a guardian of the players, and always making sure that the game is fair and everyone follows the rules. He is also on good terms with Joshua. According to Hanekoma himself, he was born on March 3, has a blood type of A, is Pisces, a big gambler and loves the word "windfall". The Japanese word for cat, ねこ (neko) is embedded in his last name, はねこま (Hanekoma), as is hane (feathers) and thus hints at his identity as Shibuya-famous artist, CAT, and to his other secrets.
"Listen up, Phones. The world ends with you. If you want to enjoy life, expand your world. You gotta push your horizons out as far as they'll go."
In this infinite concentration, I will execute the song Purger
For the sake of summoning and releasing your life
I shall concentrate in playing the song Purger
and then, in this light impatience, I will end the connection that you have inside this system
and then, a little impatiently, I shall sing my song for detaching only you from the system
I will concentrate in executing the song Purger
I will execute your quarantining from the system, and expel you from it!
Dance, dance
The feast of the Hades´ road, the time of bewitchment
I am the dancing priestess, the sacrifice for god
Play! Offer yourselves!
Now...
The time of my death
Is reflected by my dance
As is my fate
If I were to be entirely consumed,
My resentful deeds
would show beyond the darkness together with my face
Oh, Even if
my body and soul die
I shall still offer my prayers to the song of purification
Purification of the heavens, purification of the land, purification of the outside and the inside, purification of the six roots of perception
heavenly gods, earthly gods, gods of myriads
Perverse things, defiling sins, we shall observe your exorcising and purification.
In the tone of the dance of the Gods
In the vestiges of this world
Get drunk and fall sleep, evil spirits
Confine yourselves behind the rock door
Go on to an eternal dream
Please, entrust yourselves to the Lord of the Underworld
Dance, dance
The feast of the Hades´ road, the glossy feast
I am the dancing priestess, I am playing a melody
Oh, be amused by this melody
Now...
The time of my death
Is reflected by my dance
As is my fate
I will play the song Purger
and then, in this light impatience, I will end the connection that you have inside this system
I will play the song Purger
and then, a little impatiently, I shall sing my song for detaching only you from the system
The sorrow of this dying world
Will be carried in my song
It is my fate...
Purification of heavens, purification of the land, purification of the outside and the inside, purification of the six roots of perception
heavenly gods, earthly gods, gods of myriads
Perverse things, defiling sins, we shall observe your exorcising and purification.
The enigmatic host of the Mikage Seminar, and puppetmaster of the Black Rose duelists, Mikage's history has been reduced to a school spook story. His love for Tokiko, a shadow of his past, and her sickly brother Mamiya, binds him to Ohtori Academy. His climatic duel is titled "conscience".
"Eternity is right here before my eyes!
'll defeat you and grasp the power to change the world with these very hands!
Why don't you understand me?!
I accept everything!
Even your brother's sin! "
Incandescent darkness and birthed puppets
Are named, anthropoperipherism
Pulling the strings of the world is a single existence
For the others, an imaginary puppet-craft
Subzero darkness and birthed creatures
Correlated, anthropoperipherism
On the natural stage are the units of existence
Comprised of an imaginary creature-craft
Words are born, the encounter, then a hesitation
Knowledge is born, the encounter, then a void
O where am I, when am I
Spell, incantation, mystery, prayer, myself
Stage destiny magic mirror
Full moon, mysterious and transmutable, I'm an imaginary living
body come to its end
Full moon, mysterious and transmutable, I'm an imaginary
destined body come to its end
Seeking time, without rest
Living on, a speleomorph
Seeking land, armless, legless
Still existing I am, transparent, intangible, a faint sigh...
