That's very sad. Although I don't think a routine checkup would warn him of an aortic dissection, assuming he had no symptoms (like chest pains, in which case he should have visited the doctor for chest pains). But if he had high blood pressure yearly checkups could have caught that early. Personally, I think everyone, even younger people should buy one of those cheap home blood pressure monitors and check their BP occasionally. Ain't no other way to catch high BP as it's usually completely asymptomatic, and while yearly checkups are the right idea and there's really not a single good excuse I can think for not doing them... a lot of people, myself included, are still just too lazy/callous/Idontevenknowwhat to bother.
Remembering Kentarou Miura
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Yes, I had the same thought. It's understandable that Mori wishes he'd done more, but a simple checkup probably wouldn't have helped.
He had no such issue as far as we know. As Mori says in his message and as others have said before, he didn't have any health problems.
It's been 5 years already since Miura-sensei left us. Thinking of him on this day.
Kouji Mori posted a photo and a message on Twitter about a time they went on vacation together and how Miura-sensei was looking forward to traveling around the world once Berserk was finished.
Here is a machine translation of the message:
Mori's wife Akkiu posted her own message as well:
Which translates to:
Kouji Mori posted a photo and a message on Twitter about a time they went on vacation together and how Miura-sensei was looking forward to traveling around the world once Berserk was finished.
５年経ったが時間は止まったままな気がしてしまう。
５年前 よく話していたのはベルセルクを終えたら旅行くぞ という話し。
「モリちゃんがタイガとDダイバーを描き終えるタイミングでちょうどベルセルクも終わると思う」と言ってあいつはよく計算していた。当然オレはその計算を全く信用してなかったが…笑
３つともちゃんと終わらせる。そして旅行に行こう。
写真は一緒に行った沖縄で撮ったもの。
泳ぐのが好きだった。
Here is a machine translation of the message:
Mori's wife Akkiu posted her own message as well:
Which translates to:
July 11, 2026 (12:00 AM – Italian time)I say nothing....
Dear Miura-Sensei,
more than 5 years after your death, perhaps also because of the latest catastrophic episodes of the Continuation, I finally felt the need to thank you more fully, in a way I never have before.
But I don't want to thank you on the day you passed away. Just as I didn't on that tragic May 20, 2021. It never felt right to me. I want to thank you on the happy day of your life, the day of your birth, your birthday. Because that's the only way to properly thank the person who saved my life during that 2019–2020 period, the one I call the "two years spent with Satan."
We met in the autumn of 2010. I was about to turn 9 when I read Berserk for the first time. A cursed child, you could say. And yet that first, superficial reading planted a seed inside me. Over the following years, that seed grew, allowing me to fully absorb the whole story. But above all, your teachings. Your lessons.
In 2019, I sank into the abyss. I found myself standing next to Satan. And that's exactly where the first "synchronistic event" between you and me happened. That dream at the end of summer. That mountain of corpses in front of me. You, beside me, drawing. And then that gesture: you slammed that drawing down on the desk in front of me. Guts's scream. The moment that has destroyed me the most, inside, in any work of art.
Something clicked right there.
I managed to live alongside Satan. I got used to walking through the dark without being overwhelmed by terror. Without that dream, I would almost certainly be worm food today. With that dream, my life changed completely.
There would be another couple of truly important synchronistic events... but it would take too long. I'd end up writing a novel.
Out of privacy, but maybe also out of fear, I won't be able to write about or share the strongest synchronistic event that ever happened between you and me. The tragedy that marked my life in two.
However, I will never be able to forget that May 20, 2021. I woke up at 4:57 AM. Suddenly. Without knowing why. I would find out the reason three minutes later. Just three minutes later, the world would receive the announcement of your death. As if you had knocked on my sleep to warn me:
"Hey, they're about to announce my passing. I wanted you to be awake."
And the last "synchronistic event" happened last year. On the day of the miracle. They started calling me the "miracle boy." A fatal accident that I walked away from completely unharmed. Not a single fracture. Not a single pain. Nothing. I walked perfectly on my own two legs.
The paramedics couldn't believe it. And that day, I was wearing a black hoodie. A hoodie with the Brand of Sacrifice on the chest.
Since that distant autumn of 2010, so many things have happened. Events of this kind. Even today, I still find it hard to believe. Paradoxically, you raised and shaped me from afar. From childhood to adulthood, walking beside me through my entire adolescence.
But there's just one thing I still can't understand.
After more than 1000 films, more than 1000 animated and non-animated series, more than 500 manga and graphic novels, and hundreds of novels and essays... how is it possible that nothing comes even close to those three episodes: Confession, Wounds (1), Wounds (2)?
Those three episodes represent the deepest feeling I've ever felt in front of a work of art. Sixteen years later, those pages still move me exactly like the first time. Maybe even more. Even just that wonderful line from Casca, in Episode 355:
"There's a person I want to meet..."
This line still gives me chills. That line breaks me every single time. How is it possible that I can no longer feel something like that in front of any other work?
I had one last wish I hoped you'd grant me: one last romantic moment between Guts and Casca. But sadly, that scene will never come. And it's the one thing I still can't fully accept. Just thinking about it makes my chest tighten. Even so, I consider myself lucky to have at least seen Casca regain her mind. As you yourself wrote in the magazine at the end of Episode 355:
"She talks. The heroine talks for the first time in 22 years. (˚▽˚)"
After 5 years, I've thanked you, at least in part. I haven't told you everything. But I've managed to write down some of it.
Happy birthday, Miura-Sensei. Today you would have turned 60.
Our Journey: October 2010 – May 2021
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Sensei...
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Sensei...
You're not dead, are you?
It's all just a joke...
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...right?