I’m Legitimately Sad About Miura’s Passing. I’m Sad That He Died- While Not Exactly A Young Man,

I’m legitimately sad about Miura’s passing. I’m sad that he died- while not exactly a young man, he was not yet old either. I’m sad that he died before getting to finish his life’s work. I’m sad that he didn’t get to finish telling his story; not simply because we wanted to read it, but because he put so much of himself into it. Doubly so because Berserk was a story with so much to say; often misunderstood for its early era; over its lifespan Berserk was an emotionally nuanced and heartfelt story of stubborn light and irrepressible goodness in a world of overwhelming darkness; recovery and love and finding oneself despite it all.

His work was an inspiration to so many others; you can hardly point a finger at a popular fantasy setting in many, many years that hasn’t taken at least some inspiration, big or small, from the vivid and incredibly detailed world that he painted with his words and his art.

Certainly, even if his own work remains unfinished, his legacy will still be remembered for countless years and decades as a triumph of its genre, and a true effort of passion by a man wholly dedicated to both his work and his play, and sharing that passion with others through it.

A legend among manga, and all kinds of fantasy truly.